Quoth the raven, "Nor'easter evermore"
Happy November. We have achieved sleet! I guess that means it's okay to turn on the heat today. It's not remarkably early in the season for a (second, btw) nor'easter, but it's odd to see snow falling while the trees are still mostly leafed.
Well, we'll see if roasting this tray of vegetables takes care of some of the chill in here.
While I have had a blast doing and seeing so many different things lately -- I checked the calendar and there were 18 out-of-the-ordinary events in a month where usually there are like two, yeesh -- it's a relief to be heading into a few days of nothing but work and gym class Tue-Wed-Thu. Then my mom's coming for a visit, followed by pre-Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving busy-ness.
p.s. The Jeffrey Combs-as-Edgar Allan Poe play was enjoyable on Halloween night. A bit uneven, and they made some... interesting... choices in how to portray the many facets of Poe's life and personality in one 90-minute show. Combs sounded half like himself and half like he'd just stepped out of Martin Scorsese's Gangs of New York. Video trailer. To my friend S. and me, he'd embody Poe one minute and Weyoun the next, voice gone all low, then a bit of Brunt when he was drunk, and back to Poe again.
There wasn't a lot in it that was surprising or revelatory for those who know Poe from studying American literature. S. was disappointed that it was written as a biopic rather than a philosophical exploration of horror fiction or alcoholism or economic divisions between pulp writers and the Transcendentalists, which the play only touched on.
But Combs did a perfect dramatic reading of "The Tell-Tale Heart." And an unforgettable manic marionette dance of "The Bells." Despite the production's faults, he got a standing ovation from the crowd.
Well, we'll see if roasting this tray of vegetables takes care of some of the chill in here.
While I have had a blast doing and seeing so many different things lately -- I checked the calendar and there were 18 out-of-the-ordinary events in a month where usually there are like two, yeesh -- it's a relief to be heading into a few days of nothing but work and gym class Tue-Wed-Thu. Then my mom's coming for a visit, followed by pre-Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving busy-ness.
p.s. The Jeffrey Combs-as-Edgar Allan Poe play was enjoyable on Halloween night. A bit uneven, and they made some... interesting... choices in how to portray the many facets of Poe's life and personality in one 90-minute show. Combs sounded half like himself and half like he'd just stepped out of Martin Scorsese's Gangs of New York. Video trailer. To my friend S. and me, he'd embody Poe one minute and Weyoun the next, voice gone all low, then a bit of Brunt when he was drunk, and back to Poe again.
There wasn't a lot in it that was surprising or revelatory for those who know Poe from studying American literature. S. was disappointed that it was written as a biopic rather than a philosophical exploration of horror fiction or alcoholism or economic divisions between pulp writers and the Transcendentalists, which the play only touched on.
But Combs did a perfect dramatic reading of "The Tell-Tale Heart." And an unforgettable manic marionette dance of "The Bells." Despite the production's faults, he got a standing ovation from the crowd.