So I meant to post the first of these ages ago, back when I posted my Much Ado "review," but clearly I didn't. But if I'm posting about 1 Henry IV, then I ought to post about the other thing I saw Jamie Parker in this summer, so ( Read more... )

Right. So. Here are my notes on Much Ado. I've left out one or two of the more rambling asides that had nothing to do with the production, and I've moved a paragraph or two so that elements are grouped more naturally (as opposed to falling wherever I happened to remember them and write them down), but basically this is just transcribed from what I ( Read more... )

(I am a book-zombie, apparently.)

Today I totally frittered, and I feel much the better for it, although I will have to pay for it tomorrow. I did have an errand or two to run, actually; it's just that these errands were nearer to bookstores than is always a good idea for me ( Read more... )

1. Facepalmy book-fail: I went to the used bookstore yesterday! Why am I an idiot??? In my defense (you know, I still can't spell that word without going British on the first try), I hadn't been in months. But that probably just made the fall harder, when it came:

--Tudor Autobiography: Listening for Inwardness - Meredith Anne Skura
--Shakespeare ( Read more... )

Books I've read lately:

The good:

1. White Cat (The Curse Workers: Book One), by Holly Black. In which Cassel Sharpe, the only non-worker in a family full of magic workers (in a world where magic is outlawed and so frequently has ties to underground crime), begins to think that his memories--especially those of killing his best friend Lila-- ( Read more... )

'Hyde Park', in Old and New London: Volume 4 (1878), pp. 375-405.
http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=45205

I feel like the bit of dialogue I just wrote is mildly slapstick, particularly for these two. Totally not sure about it.

Also--dueling. Argh. That's it. I'm just going to stop thinking, about anything. I have grading to do, and cannot be haring off on silly research quests for a few lines of dialogue. Darn it all to heck ( Read more... )

I fail at being a modern girl, apparently, because I discovered I needed to do some research on churches in London (among other things), and it didn't occur to me to use the internet until several days after I'd requested a bunch of books from the library.

Here's my current pile of random story-related stuff:

--"Noyses, sounds, and sweet aires ( Read more... )

My brain always, always does this when we start nearing the end of the semester: it just--balks, and won't do anything of use. How many things did I have to do yesterday? A LOT. What did I do instead? Watched the last three episodes of S3 Slings & Arrows. Again. (And I teared up at the Bolivians, with their metal sheets and rain sticks making up ( Read more... )

I was poking around on the church's website, and found this photograph of the statue of Milton at St. Giles, Cripplegate, knocked over after German bombing during WWII:

( Milton knocked off his pedestal )