Cat perches: I spent last evening with
jackwilliambell, working on the next phase of the cat tree he and I are building for Sophie and Spanky. We're not done yet, but I brought the completed base home last night. I got in so late and so tired that I forgot to take it out of my car trunk and bring it inside. Will do that tonight.
Torchwood: Children of Earth: While working on the cat tree, we watched the first three hours of "Children of Earth." Creepy, creepy stuff. I feel like it's the true realization of the show's potential, especially given the scattershot nature of the first two seasons. I'm looking forward to the last two installments.
Vocal exercises: Recently at work, a call was put out for folks interested in doing a little voice-over work for one of the company's other games. I threw my hat into the ring. The auditions were yesterday. My competition included the lovely and talented
anaka and
shellyrae among others. I think my audition went very well. I'd made a point to warm up my voice before going in so I had some vocal control. And, of course, I'd taken a little time to read through the text. All three of the people in the room seemed impressed when I got rolling. I'm hoping for good news. Fingers crossed!
Mark's progress:
e_bourne made her nightly
progress post on Mark for yesterday. It was mostly a good day, and the first of her scheduled-company days. I'm managing a calendar of guests for her so that she's always got company. She made no note of any SNAFUs, so I'm assuming things went well on that end. I hope things continue smoothly.
Feeling log-jammed: Though Jack and I worked on the cat tree last night, I feel plugged up, like deadfall's blocking the course of my personal creative stream. I've been feeling that way for weeks, with no time to write or bead or take a photo excursion or anything. Obviously, this summer's events have gotten in the way--but it's beginning to make me feel sloppy and dull somehow. I need to find some solid artist time for myself.
Living--and dying--culture: Today, The New York Times is running
a piece on the demise of a Jewish immigrant tradition: the burial society. At least, they're talking about it in context of burial societies that were established probably from between the 1870s (possibly earlier) through the 1950s in the United States. Basically, the idea was that if you were a dues-paying member, you could be buried in the society's plot and be assured that your burial was ritually appropriate and that your family didn't have to deal with the stressors that often come with having to make decisions in distress. It was a very practical solution, especially for immigrant families who knew only those in their own communities who spoke their own language and practiced the same religion in a gentile country. I found myself sad reading this article, the loss of another piece of my cultural heritage--like the lingering death of Ladino (the Sephardic answer to Yiddish, a beautiful, melodic melding of Spanish and Hebrew).
The melancholy Doctor Dane: David Tennant's Hamlet is being brough to television. "
PBS said Sunday the TV adaptation will air in 2010 as part of its 'Great Performances' series and will include Patrick Stewart in the cast." (Thanks to
anaka for the tip!)
And that's the scoop from Chez
scarlettina.