The beginning of much Shakespeare babbling
I went to see a kid's Goth-styled Macbeth yesterday. I'm no Goth, and I don't even claim to understand the scene, but I loved the staging-- the costumes were scrumptious, and I was drooling over some of them. I wanted Duncan's waistcoat and Lady Macbeth's skirt and Macbeth's coat and female!Malcolm's gowns and every single thing the witches were wearing. And while the acting itself was not superlative, the play was beautiful to watch. The witches were spectacular-- during the summoning scene, they took three long rods with sidewalk-chalk attached and drew, using rather stunning choreography, a huge pentacle in the center of the floor, which all the apparitions passed through. That scene was amazing.
Afterwards I went home with a friend, who had house-managed that night. We hung out in her house and watched The Stepford Wives and The Nightmare Before Christmas, neither of which I had ever seen and both of which were good. We fell asleep in the living room, with three dogs and three cats wandering in and out at odd intervals (right before I fell asleep, a black cat, Magic, sat on my chest and stared at me pensively, trying to figure out what I was doing there), and despite my killer allergies, I managed to wake up with little more than a stuffy nose and a slight itch in my eyes. Even the border collie who decided that I was a good mattress didn't seem to upset my allergies too badly.
We hung around until around 12:30, when we hit the town and went to Archie McPhee's, where I got gandsgirl's belated birthday present (shh! Not telling what it is!).
Came home and planned to write for a while, a goal I'm still pursuing. I have wonderful material to work on; I just wish my heart was behind it, today.
And, another heads-up: I'm heading over to Ashland's Oregon Shakespeare Festival (!) for four days next week (Monday-Thursday), and I have no idea if I'll have Net access in that time. If I suddenly go silent, that's why.
Afterwards I went home with a friend, who had house-managed that night. We hung out in her house and watched The Stepford Wives and The Nightmare Before Christmas, neither of which I had ever seen and both of which were good. We fell asleep in the living room, with three dogs and three cats wandering in and out at odd intervals (right before I fell asleep, a black cat, Magic, sat on my chest and stared at me pensively, trying to figure out what I was doing there), and despite my killer allergies, I managed to wake up with little more than a stuffy nose and a slight itch in my eyes. Even the border collie who decided that I was a good mattress didn't seem to upset my allergies too badly.
We hung around until around 12:30, when we hit the town and went to Archie McPhee's, where I got gandsgirl's belated birthday present (shh! Not telling what it is!).
Came home and planned to write for a while, a goal I'm still pursuing. I have wonderful material to work on; I just wish my heart was behind it, today.
And, another heads-up: I'm heading over to Ashland's Oregon Shakespeare Festival (!) for four days next week (Monday-Thursday), and I have no idea if I'll have Net access in that time. If I suddenly go silent, that's why.