Jiggity Jig
What a day! I have so much I wish I was going to write, but it's 1:15 and it ain't happening.
The symposium was fantastic, although I was sad at LJ. I'm very frustrated on what one should and should not say here, largely because no one wants to have their own set ideas challenged. This could be the nature of having a public blog space: to express ones own ideas on a public forum where validity won't be seriously questioned. A true soapbox, if you will. This is a no harm, no foul statement. It just frustrates me because *I* start behaving in the same nature as my main social reading: ie, here. (I know, how sad is that?)
After the panels, I flew up north to Roscoe Village where Anj and I took a cab over to the shadow puppet show. What a FANTASTIC surprise.
It was deliciously macabre! With a wide variety of the same conceptual storytelling devices, we were thrust into various scenes on death. My favorite act, "Immortals" (OH SO GOOD), even had a sense of a sacred moment, a religious experience of hovering at the moment of death, candle light and setting and performer. (I could have stayed in that place indefinitely.) They're changing the performances next week and they're in a teeny experimental performance theater with an expected troupe (Links Hall at Sheffield and Clark), but somewhat to my surprise I would recommend them. Anj and I want to go back for the new shows, even though we sat on the floor after they ran out of chairs. If you do go, make reservations first, btw. It's how we got in.
(As an aside, she did turn to me after a story on a woman killing her husbands and ask me if I KNEW because, apparently, if someone was going to take her to a Puppet Show of the Macabre, it would be me. Believe it or not, and to my absolute delight, it really was accidental. And she had fun! Really!)
ADDENDUM: I may have given the wrong impression. It was a sad but frequently funny show that had the audience giggling if not laughing out loud and all the appropriate inappropriate places.
The symposium was fantastic, although I was sad at LJ. I'm very frustrated on what one should and should not say here, largely because no one wants to have their own set ideas challenged. This could be the nature of having a public blog space: to express ones own ideas on a public forum where validity won't be seriously questioned. A true soapbox, if you will. This is a no harm, no foul statement. It just frustrates me because *I* start behaving in the same nature as my main social reading: ie, here. (I know, how sad is that?)
After the panels, I flew up north to Roscoe Village where Anj and I took a cab over to the shadow puppet show. What a FANTASTIC surprise.
It was deliciously macabre! With a wide variety of the same conceptual storytelling devices, we were thrust into various scenes on death. My favorite act, "Immortals" (OH SO GOOD), even had a sense of a sacred moment, a religious experience of hovering at the moment of death, candle light and setting and performer. (I could have stayed in that place indefinitely.) They're changing the performances next week and they're in a teeny experimental performance theater with an expected troupe (Links Hall at Sheffield and Clark), but somewhat to my surprise I would recommend them. Anj and I want to go back for the new shows, even though we sat on the floor after they ran out of chairs. If you do go, make reservations first, btw. It's how we got in.
(As an aside, she did turn to me after a story on a woman killing her husbands and ask me if I KNEW because, apparently, if someone was going to take her to a Puppet Show of the Macabre, it would be me. Believe it or not, and to my absolute delight, it really was accidental. And she had fun! Really!)
ADDENDUM: I may have given the wrong impression. It was a sad but frequently funny show that had the audience giggling if not laughing out loud and all the appropriate inappropriate places.