a bright particular star
Why do I have to keep DOING things? Whatever happened to those long, lovely, lazy days of being a slug? I miss those.
It's not that I don't LIKE the things that I spend my time doing, but they TAKE TIME and I would also like to do things like watch more Xena and make a new video (it's been TWO WEEKS) and buy groceries and tidy up enough to loose Bertie the roomba on the world.*
This weekend I watched all three parts of The Great Game: Afghanistan, put on by Tricycle Theatre from London and doing a quick tour in the US. The show is divided into three eras of Afghan history and is made up of 4-5 one act plays in each section. Some are, of course, better than others, but when it's good, it is AWFULLY good. More than anything else, it succeeding in showing just how damn complex a situation we've created from the past 150 years of occupation and influence on the part of the British and the US and how terribly wrong we've been to turn a blind eye again and again to the mess we've made. Of course, the show has flaws- too many playwrights seem to have felt the need to make what amounts to the same point, reiterated over and over again. There were some very good performances, some clever stagework, and on the whole, it was damn thought-provoking, so job well done, Tricycle. It's here for another week, DCers, before going on to the Guthrie, Berkeley Rep, and the Public Theatre in NYC, and I do think it's worth seeing.
Last night was my friend's bachelorette party and while a good time was most certainly had, I am still SLEEPY. I sometimes think that I should just skip ahead to official old-ladydom rather than keep up the pretense that I'm a twentysomething. It was lovely to see friends from grad school again, although I could have used far more time than one sangria-fueled evening really affords.
Alright, bed time. I received my copy of The Fry Chronicles on Friday but am not yet finished rereading Moab, so I very much would like to get on that. :)
* True fact- at Mass today, the priest looked SO MUCH like a Bertie Wooster. I mentioned this to my friend Jennie and we COULDN'T STOP PICTURING IT. He was just so CHEERFUL and it would have WORKED SO WELL except OH GOD NO.
It's not that I don't LIKE the things that I spend my time doing, but they TAKE TIME and I would also like to do things like watch more Xena and make a new video (it's been TWO WEEKS) and buy groceries and tidy up enough to loose Bertie the roomba on the world.*
This weekend I watched all three parts of The Great Game: Afghanistan, put on by Tricycle Theatre from London and doing a quick tour in the US. The show is divided into three eras of Afghan history and is made up of 4-5 one act plays in each section. Some are, of course, better than others, but when it's good, it is AWFULLY good. More than anything else, it succeeding in showing just how damn complex a situation we've created from the past 150 years of occupation and influence on the part of the British and the US and how terribly wrong we've been to turn a blind eye again and again to the mess we've made. Of course, the show has flaws- too many playwrights seem to have felt the need to make what amounts to the same point, reiterated over and over again. There were some very good performances, some clever stagework, and on the whole, it was damn thought-provoking, so job well done, Tricycle. It's here for another week, DCers, before going on to the Guthrie, Berkeley Rep, and the Public Theatre in NYC, and I do think it's worth seeing.
Last night was my friend's bachelorette party and while a good time was most certainly had, I am still SLEEPY. I sometimes think that I should just skip ahead to official old-ladydom rather than keep up the pretense that I'm a twentysomething. It was lovely to see friends from grad school again, although I could have used far more time than one sangria-fueled evening really affords.
Alright, bed time. I received my copy of The Fry Chronicles on Friday but am not yet finished rereading Moab, so I very much would like to get on that. :)
* True fact- at Mass today, the priest looked SO MUCH like a Bertie Wooster. I mentioned this to my friend Jennie and we COULDN'T STOP PICTURING IT. He was just so CHEERFUL and it would have WORKED SO WELL except OH GOD NO.