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[Feb. 25th, 2009|01:50 am] |
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I just had the oddest thought about how nice cool sheets will feel to climb into in the fall. Of course, that means waiting through the spring until we can finally take the heavy blankets off then sweltering through the summer and then getting to the point of warmish days and cool nights. And sleeping with the window open again--won't that be nice? I'm done with winter. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2008|11:36 pm] |
The meme: Post the first sentence of the first entry of the month for every month of the year.
January: I should maybe rename this thing.
February: Dang! I've been so busy!
March: Well, first the fun stuff:
April: Nada
May: Jeez, why is it that I seem to have these experiences semi-regularly?
June: I've been avoiding talking about work here because it's such a big thing that I can barely get my arms around it.
July: It's a wee bit lame, but I finally added some posts to my veggie blog.
August: If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
September: Trying to do some decluttering recently so I've been going through some older photos, getting them organized.
October: Kira and I attended the Feast this year all on our owns.
November: Thrilled. Just thrilled.
December: Oh, my, I'm so irregular.
Well, that was fun! |
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[Nov. 5th, 2008|02:56 am] |
Thrilled. Just thrilled.
I'll need to post my election experiences soon, but I'm too giddy tonight. Tonight, I'm just happy that it's Barack Obama's dulcet tones that we get to hear for four years rather than Palin's nasally where-the-hell-is-she-from accent. I'm reveling in living in a blue state without even having to rent a U-Haul. I'm loving the classy Obama family, especially beautiful and strong Michelle and their adorable daughters. Could you imagine Michelle ever showing up at Sturgis and being offered up, even jokingly, to a topless contest? The grownups are heading to Washington! Yee-haw! No-drama Obama sounds good. Hope instead of fear-fear-fear sounds good. YES WE CAN! |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|11:56 pm] |
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I'm a wee bit fed up with all the "do you remember where you were..." that today has inspired. Not from people who actually have a connection! I appreciate hearing what lillith went through on that day. I can reflect on some other people I know who were actually affected by the events. But too many people that I heard from today wanted to talk about it like it was a fucking reality TV program. I live in the Midwest. My most vivid physical memory from that day and afterwards wasn't sirens and smoke, it was a blissfully plane-free sky. After getting saturated with the news, I'd take a blanket out back and throw it out on the grass and just reflect on that--no contrails, no noise, infinity undisturbed. My husband was supposed to go on a business trip that week--to Boston!--and I waffled if I should put my foot down. I wanted to say, "You're not going," but luckily his company and the FAA decided that for me. My dad was out of the country and I was worried about that--how would he get back? When? What if things got worse? What if it spread? But I trusted my dad to be resourceful. And those, plus an overwhelming but general sorrow, are my concerns from that time. Knowing that people went through so much more and knowing that the great sympathy of the world and the great spirit of unity in our country was abused and twisted by the Bush administration leaves me feeling like I don't want to hear about any of it, especially from someone who still thinks the big, bad Iraqis did it. And to have someone go from "do you remember..." to "then do you remember where you were when Elvis died?"--which I actually heard today--makes me feel like some people just want a connection to the Big Event which seems to dishonor the whole thing. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|12:43 am] |
I can't stand that Sarah Palin bitch! And I don't even care if the term bitch is sexist!
She's like Tina Fey without Teh Funny. Teh Funny is the only thing that redeems Tina Fey from being annoying. (Well, some people think she's Teh Hot.) And on top of being annoying, Palin's vindictive and low class. Community organizing is funny, huh? And she sold the plane on eBay? Are there not lots of places in Alaska that are easier to get to via plane? And that bridge? I heard she was for it before she were agin' it and that she didn't really say "no thanks," the Alaskan senate did. And they kept the money anyway! And her earmark opposition, the sign of a good maverick? Well, maybe she wasn't a maverick when she was a mayor because she hired a lobbyist to bring in earmark money for her town. Oh, and the plane again! So, she sold the "luxury jet" but she imposed a new tax on Wasilla so that the hockey mom could build a state-of-the-art hockey rink and winter sport complex.
Sarah Palin is a sham and her future son-in-law CHEWED GUM on stage as he shook hands with a senator. Pure class, these people. |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|01:42 am] |
It stormed tonight (yay! rain!) and the power went out which left me ranting...There is NO WAY I'm cleaning up that basement again! If the power is not on in a half hour, I'm going to Lowe's and buying a frickin' generator! Grrrr! Grrrrr!
It did come back on. Whew! |
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[Sep. 1st, 2008|11:53 pm] |
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I'm so sick of politics right now and I'm going to lay that at McCain's feet for foisting an unvetted Sarah Palin on us. It's gotten so ugly and uncomfortable. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2008|12:51 pm] |
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Trying to do some decluttering recently so I've been going through some older photos, getting them organized. I came across this photo of Kira and me from the back, showing off our pony tails. Oh, my! What a tacky scrunchie I was wearing! It distressed me greatly! Early motherhood, I told myself. Bits of brains that went out with the placenta. Then I flipped to the next photo and laughed! It wasn't me at all, but an old girlfriend of a friend who had the tendency to latch on to Kira and be all sweet to, I suppose, show the friend what a great mother she'd make. She got on my nerves somewhat so I was gleeful that the tacky scrunchie was actually hers. Ha! Of course, schadenfreude inevitably bites you in the butt, doesn't it? Because a few more photos on I found one of me. My haircut was ATROCIOUS! I kept looking it at--is that real? It looked drawn-on. It was this horribly severe wedge-shaped bob--what was I thinking?! I guess the only thing I can say for it--it wouldn't have fit in that tacky scrunchie. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|10:51 am] |
If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
Holy moly, YES! |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|12:21 am] |
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Argh! Big storm went though last night, knocked out electricity around 9 and we didn't get it back until almost 2 this afternoon. Wretched. Our sump pump, without electricity, didn't do it's job and we had a couple inches of water standing in the basement. Luckily (?) we had a little water in the basement last month so most everything was up off the floor or in plastic bins. Still, I've hauled everything out to the back porch, squeegeed the floor and will have to give everything a good scrubbing. Very, very seldom do we have water issues (like years in between) and now we've had to deal with it twice within about a month. Grrr. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|11:08 am] |
Friday, I went with Kira and a few of her friends to see the American Girl movie. I was a little disappointed in it. I know it'd gotten a lot of good reviews but it seems a little too condensed to me. I wonder if it would have felt more flushed out if I'd read the books and had that back story to rely on? It wasn't bad, just not what I was expecting. Of course, I'm not their target market.
But anyway, Kit, the main character, wants to be a journalist and spends a lot of time (ostensibly--we see her at work once or twice but some of these are letters to her father) typing stories for the local paper on a typewriter in the attic. I have a beautiful old typewriter that I got at a "garage sale" at a convent in Southern Indiana and I thought it'd be fun for Kira to give it a try after seeing the movie. Kira likes to write stories and sometimes when cleaning her room, I'll come across a notebook full of them.
She thought the typewriter was the coolest thing and has been typing ever since, but we definitely need a new ribbon. While looking online for one of those, I found out I have a Model P Halda and that Hemingway used one to write his last work. I don't have that cool leather carrying case, only a dust cover. Mine was used (it said with the paper that was enclosed with it) by a teaching nun throughout her career. It's in perfect condition but for the ribbon. You'd expect that. I found a couple sources for ribbons but nothing specifically for this model. One site indicated that I could probably buy any 1/2 inch ribbon and respool myself. We'll see. Either way, it's kind of fun hearing the clack of the keys from the other room. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|01:55 am] |
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So, there are a few things I just can't find and have no idea where they went. One is a travel mug, relatively new. Another is a library video I checked out for Kira. The third is a script I was supposed to be reviewing for my theatre group. The mug I can stand to lose. The video is a bit of a pain in the butt. I kind of thought I took it back but it's still on my account. I found out this winter that you can get a pass on ONE book a year--it stays on your account for a year as a dispute, he said-she said, then goes away. I found this out because they said, "Bring this book back" and I thought I'd brought it back already. We went round and round and finally the librarian said they'd give it this special status. I can have one a year so obviously with the book on, I can't add another item like the video. The thing about these three (and perhaps four) items is that conceivably, they are all in the same place. I feel like they may all be in a book bag somewhere, ideally in the house but perhaps not since I haven't run across any of them and the search for them has been in the back of my head for a while. A friend called from my theatre group tonight and asked for the script back. I'm going to see a show there tomorrow night so I'm going to have to have it then. Tomorrow, I turn the house upside down. I'm such an idiot sometimes. |
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[May. 26th, 2008|01:04 am] |
This is really playing catch-up, but I wanted to archive this here and with the kerfuffle after election day, I never got around to it. And so...
I had known for a couple days that there would be an election eve appearance by Barack Obama in Indy but since I was working the election, I didn't plan on attending. I had to be to my site by 5 in the morning and didn't think I could do it. That afternoon, I got the email about Stevie Wonder appearing with Obama and it sort of tipped the scales. I started a part-time job this spring which has taken up a lot of my time and I feel like I've missed out on a lot of the election excitement. After setting up my polling site that afternoon, I decided I owed myself a little fun!
I called a friend who has done a lot of volunteering and asked if she wanted to join me. She already planned to go! She was parking at a friend's house downtown and I knew I wouldn't get there on time so I arranged to meet her somewhere on Mass Ave., an arts district on the east side of the downtown area. As I parked my car, I looked up to see her across the street on the next block! That had to be a good omen.
We walked a few blocks west on Michigan St. and this is the scene we came upon. That stone block looming large is one of our many war memorials. You can see how the line stretches out into the distance. To the right out of the photo is the point where people were entering the park where Obama was speaking. We had to walk three blocks away to get to the back of that line! And, of course, these are city blocks.
This is the corner where we ended up. You can see the War Memorial through the trees. That's the offices of the Indianapolis Star off to the right.
And that's the line stretching out behind us. There are differing reports on how far it went. The paper said it stretched down our block and halfway around to the next the corner. People on the street were telling us it stretched another block beyond that. Either way, it was a long walk!
It was a beautiful night to be out. Seventy-five degrees and sunny. When we crossed New York St., we walked alongside University Park and I saw this statue of Lincoln illuminated by the sun hitting windows across the street. Seeing Abe, that tall, funny-looking lawyer from Illinois, aglow seemed like a good omen, too!
We had a good time standing on line, however long it was. The folks waiting were great, vendors and volunteers circulated along the line, and we were treated with the spectacle of different vehicles that were there for the rally as well. This van made the rounds a couple times.
Finally, the line started really moving and we were back up to the War Memorial block. I noted that it was lit with Democratic blue, which seemed like a good omen. It rained a little but didn't dampen our spirits. Before we knew it, we were entering Veteran's Memorial Plaza where security was set up then across the street and onto the American Legion Mall. We were quite a ways back when Stevie Wonder sang and we couldn't pick him out of the crowd on stage. By the time Obama came on, though, we'd worked ourselves a little closer.
It was awesome to be in the same place as Barack Obama, and a little surreal. As he spoke, I found myself nodding in agreement a lot.
I watched the crowd, too. It looked like America in all its beautiful diversity. And everyone was wonderfully kind to each other. Too older women in front of us knew I was taking photos and offered to let me in front of them for a better shot! As I was taller than them and we were still a half-block away, I declined but I was touched.
After Obama finished up, the crowd started to disperse. I had someone take a photo of my friend, Mac, and I. She's worked really hard as a volunteer and I hope it pays off. The polls have Obama behind but as I posted earlier, no one has talked to my husband who will be voting for the first time in his life tomorrow. No one has talked to my college roommate, who was a Democrat back then but started voting Republican after marriage but will vote for Obama tomorrow. I'm hoping for an upset but however it turns out, I'm thrilled I had the chance to participate. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|12:57 am] |
Playing catch-up with a drive-by post...
We've been getting to-our-door organic produce deliveries through a service some friends have started. One of the guys has been working on starting a biodynamic farm for a while. He's got a lovely place with a big old barn, lots of pasture complete with sheep, a horse, and a couple of friendly dogs, and a nice little henhouse with chickens that are truly free-range. You may find them in the barn, you may find them under the swing set, you may find them on the back porch! Much of the produce is expected to come from his place plus other local farmers he has contacts with though currently some of it is coming from the wholesale market. The bananas will probably never be sourced locally, but he's got lots of varieties of berry plants that should carry us through the summer! It's awfully nice to find a big box of fresh produce on your doorstep each week!
We've been getting his eggs longer than the produce. Whenever we got together, it seems, he'd bring some along. We see his kids once a week at co-op and they bring eggs for sale but when co-op ends for the summer, we'll tack on an egg order to the produce delivery. The first time I cracked open one of his eggs, I was enchanted by the positively orange yolk. They make great scrambled eggs. Last week, I'd come down to the end of a carton and had to buy some eggs at the store to tide me over until we had access to more of Mike's eggs. When I made muffins, I had one farm egg left so I added it then one of the store-bought eggs. I was struck by the difference and had to take a photo. Note that the puny, pale thing in the background is a "free-range", organic, veg-fed egg from the hoity-toity whole foods store in town. It costs a dollar more a dozen than my friend's. I don't think I can go back to store eggs. |
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[May. 12th, 2008|12:09 am] |
Mostly lovely day here...Jeff had to work today so we planned to spend the day with him. I haven't seen his performance yet. But the day started with breakfast in bed. Jeff made banana bread last night so that was on the tray as well as some soft-boiled eggs, fruit salad and two kinds of faux sausage!
The place opens later on Sunday so he didn't have to be there till about 10:30. We went in the employee entrance with him but I felt very conspicuous in my street clothes. I ran into the woman who was covering my room for the day. I didn't think she'd be comfortable with one of our crafts so I promised to come in and help when it was time. Jeff gathered his stuff--he had to check out a costume and radio since he's usually the only blue shirt (uniform) in his area on Sundays--then we walked out on the grounds. It was cool and rainy all day. It could have been icky but it's full-on spring, everything's so green so it was really beautiful.
His team meets at the farm house for briefing. I only knew one of the other guys because he was in our training class, but some faces were familiar. I listened in on the meeting because it provided an interesting contrast to the briefings we have in the museum building. Kira ran around in the rain. Jeff stashed our lunch in the basement of the farm house and then headed to the meeting house, his station. Kira and I went with one of the other guys to check on the animals and make sure they were fed and watered.
First stop was the pig pen. There are nine wee piglets and one very large sow. (Where's the boar? Hmmm.) The piglets are at least part Ossabaw Island Pigs. They're descended from some puercos that escaped sinking Spanish explorer ships off the coast of Georgia, swam to an island and thrived, lo, many years ago. They're mostly black with white speckles and totally adorable! They run around the barn and the farm house yard in a rowdy pack.
After that, we walked out to the pasture and met the cows and one calf and the Percherons. The cows were friendly but the horses had a fresh bale of hay and weren't interested in coming up to the fence to say hi.
Lastly, we visited the chickens and picked the eggs. Most of the chickens were out running around so that was an easy job. There are sheep in another pasture but we didn't check on them. Maybe they graze a lot.
Next, Kira and I explored the farmhouse. She's just fascinated by it and I was looking for clues for other craft projects we could do in my area. We were doing quilling this weekend and I was also looking for an example in the farmhouse. I didn't find any of that but saw some beautiful redwork, interesting paper embroidery and pretty painted floor cloths. There's a lot of faux finishes and stencil designs used throughout the buildings on the grounds. That's something I'd really like to teach and a miniature floor cloth would be a nice receiver of those techniques.
The farm house also hosts a weekend on the farm event where you stay at the farm and take part in all the activities and chores. You also stay overnight. That part of the farm house used to be locked up but I guess they decided it'd be good marketing to show people where they would sleep because it's been open whenever I've been out there this year. We explored those rooms, too. They're a little more spare than the "set" bedrooms but there are beautiful quilts on each bed and a few knick-knacks to put you in the period. Kira has wanted to be a youth volunteer ever since we started talking about working here and recently someone mentioned that she could play "Nancy," the baby of the family who lives at the farm because Nancy is perpetually celebrating her 10th birthday. The youth program has already been filled for this year, though, and I think Nancy celebrates over the summer so she may have missed the boat on that one. But we found a children's room upstairs at the farmhouse and Kira's been speculating that this is her (Nancy's) room. Kira's always been very into history, though, so this will probably be a nice outlet for her.
After our explorations, Kira ran over to the meeting house to see Jeff and I sat around the kitchen table with the ladies and gossiped. The weather was keeping guests away, apparently, so we just kept feeding the wood-burning stove and I got a history of interpreters at the place. It was nice, too, because even though we got a thick employee manual when we hired on, there are always unwritten rules or things that are just done a certain way and no one thinks to tell the new kids so I heard some of that, too.
One o' clock rolled around, the time for Jeff's first performance and we still hadn't seen any guests so Jeff came over to the farmhouse to get his lunch. One-thirty is when we do a more complicated craft in "my" room so I headed back in to help. There were a lot more people inside than out! We did a little quilling though none of the guests chose to participate. Because it was Mother's Day, the woman who was taking care of my room wasn't staying the whole day so I stuck around until her replacement came in at two and showed him how to do the quilling as well. He's another one who was in our training class this winter so it was fun to talk to him about his experiences so far.
On my way out, I stopped at the information booth for the grounds to talk to the woman there. We talked a bit about the holiday and I mentioned that my family was in Southern Indiana. She said she knew the place because she had lived in Southern Indiana...in the town where I'd gone to high school! We talked a bit more and I found that her son was a year younger than I was and her daughter a year older. They'd lived behind one of my best friends. Small world!
When I got back out to the farm, it was time to milk the cow so we three (Jeff was at loose ends without guests) went out to the barn with the farmhands to watch. Once they got the cow going, they let us try. That was a weird experience! The teat is rough and leathery yet squishy. Not what I expected. While the cow was being milked, the cat showed up. His name is Garfield, after president James Garfield whom I'm not sure ever ate lasagna. He's a gorgeous, pale ginger creature with a dignified white ruff. We've seen him often when we've visited the farm but he would never come to us. With the amount of people who usually go through, I can't blame him for being wary of strangers. The lure of the milk was too much, though, and he was being a total loverboy, talking to us and twining around our legs, jumping up on a wall and leaning into our sides for attention. The hands said he was waiting for them to spill the milk.
After milking, we saw our first guests in the area, an older couple from Pennsylvania. They wanted to see Jeff's 4:00 performance so he suited up and we went up to the meeting house to watch. His piece is on the election of Benjamin Harrison in 1888. It was interesting but there was a lot of political jargon which I wonder if people understand. I'm going to look over his script and see if I can give him any tips on things he could elaborate on. When he's not working, others do pieces on women's suffrage and indentured labor.
The day was starting to wind down so Jeff put his stuff up and Kira and I visited the schoolhouse. She likes the schoolhouse--I have a hard time fitting in the desks! We talked with the schoolmaster a bit before going out to play in the rain. There were some lovely puddles that needed addressing.
It was a great busman's holiday! It was my fourth day in a row there and I'd almost go back tomorrow...but we're closed on Mondays. My only regret is I'd planned to bring my camera but didn't remember until I was out on the grounds and saw something that would have made a great photo. Oh, well, next time! |
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[Mar. 13th, 2008|02:01 am] |
The election went well! I really do have a rockin' little precinct. I love my crew, even the Repubs. ;) They're all these adorable old folks who have lived in the neighborhood forever and they're so dynamic. I think I told the story previously about the rather ancient, standoff-ish clerk who I had a hard time relating to until I heard her call over to her husband (who is one of the judges), "Jim, isn't that where we kayaked last summer?" Oh, really?! And my other judge is a retired art teacher and he's just the sweetest guy. So, we have a good time.
It was a little confusing because of the redrawn precincts, but the voter hotline answered on the first or second ring and I got information for all the lost people. One woman showed up at five till closing and was in the wrong precinct. That was heartbreaking. She's the only person we saw that day who didn't have the opportunity to vote. I offered a provisional ballot but she didn't want to mess with it. And then one guy came in the middle of the day only to find he was at the wrong place. I offered to find his spot but he said he was just there to cast a protest vote anyway so he wasn't going to bother. Interesting.
We finally had a Dem precinct person and he did a fairly good job. He rather reminded me of the doula I got for my c-section, though. There wasn't much for him to do...we'd mostly brought our own food and stuff. He wanted to go out and get us coffee; yeah, somebody brought a coffeemaker, but thanks. He did run out around lunch time then called on his way back to see if he could bring us anything...but not for the Republicans, he said. Well, the Repub precinct person had disappeared sometime in the morning and there was no promise of her coming back to feed her people so I was SO pissed about that. It wasn't his responsibility but there's no way I could have eaten in front of them. I was thinking hunger strike just on the principle of the thing (with strains of Black 47's "Bobby Sands" running through my head) but then decided to go ahead and order lunch for them under the guise of it being for me (hey, I'm a growing girl) since I had a kick-ass Trader Joe's goat cheese quesadilla in my cooler. I relented when he arrived because he was so young and earnest and I hope he sticks around for upcoming elections--I offered to pay for the Repubs (and they really would have done it themselves, but it seemed so petty) but he blew it off. It was just sandwiches. I doubt he could have looked into their wizened old faces and said, "No lunch for you!"
So, the democratic process carries on.... |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|11:25 am] |
We're having a special election on Tuesday to choose someone to replace our late congresswoman for the remainder of her term so I went to training yesterday. It should be very interesting--paper ballots which we'll hand count at our location before delivering to a central location. I watched this sort of set-up when I campaigned for Dean in the Michigan primary last time. One wrench in my personal works is that the precincts were redrawn after the last election. We had three precincts in the gym where I worked and I got friendly with the other precinct's workers and could easily ask another inspector's opinion on things that came up; I won't have that this time. It should be fine. I feel like I know the ropes but I really liked these people and will miss seeing them.
At training, I saw one of my old Dean friends. That was nice.
Last night, I went to see Jane Eyre the musical with some friends. Seems like a wacky proposition (the musical, not an evening with friends) but it was pretty good. The story seemed a little disjointed but it was a community theatre so the sound wasn't the best. I lost words. The theatre focuses on musicals and they always do a really good job but they should address their sound issues. Other than that, all the actors did a fine job. I'm always amazed by the talent that shows up locally. I had a few friends and acquaintances in this show, one who I'd never heard sing. Awesome, of course. The story was interesting set to music. It was neat to see some of the events abstracted and I felt like that gave them even more power. I don't remember how the scene went in the book where Jane returns to her aunt's deathbed, but the actress who played young Jane was there, stalking the woman as grown Jane tried to comfort her. It was great!
And prior to the show, we went to Brugge for dinner--lovely little creperie/brew pub nearby. We walked in and the lobby was crowded. It was a struggle to get up front to get my name on the list. I thought we'd come out early enough (6:00) for our 8:00 show, but we were contemplating bailing for someplace less popular. I went to ask the guy if he had a ballpark when we might be seated since we had tickets for a show and he smiled slyly. "How about now?" All the other groups were huge so we three got the first cozy little table in the corner. Very nice! I was driving and have been in a mood and not getting sleep so I declined their lovely brews (damn!) but thoroughly enjoyed my mushroom and aubergine crepe. Another treat is their pommes frites that come to your table in a cone with assorted dipping sauces. The best is probably the most simple, homemade ketchup. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|10:54 am] |
I don't remember when I first noticed it, fairly recently, but there's this person I work with in my theatre hobby. He writes a lot of stuff, for our group and for himself in the larger conversation in our community. Maybe it was an odd word or phrase, but I once googled a portion of something he sent me and found his entire message posted on someone else's website, written by someone else. I have great respect for writing so I was really disturbed at first. This person is also very prickly, though, so I didn't know how to approach him about it. I figured he was doing it for time savings. Why write a synopsis of a play under review when you can find a review somewhere, you know? We're all busy people! I resolved to rewrite anything he sent to me for our group which wasn't easy because he finds some kick-ass things to say and my stuff seems paltry in comparison. But I, not a reporter in Oregon, am saying it, at least. When I saw, though, that he did this extensively, I decided I just had to laugh about it, you know, quietly to myself. So now, I pick out a likely sentence and google everything I see him write. He sent out a very technical post recently, dealing with the intersection of art and science. Wow! People thought it was beautiful. And it was, especially on the science blog where I found the original. I get the most amusement out of heartfelt posts, things he feels deeply about: how he's been touched by working with a certain actor, in exactly the same way some other director has been touched by some other actor in Albuquerque. Or how a certain show has come to mean so much to him because of a certain life experience, shared, of course, with another actor in Nebraska. Today, it was his reflections of his career in community theatre, the words of wisdom an old friend shared with him after his first show and the things he's come to realize in the intervening years, all of it listed here.
I kind of wonder if anyone else has caught on or if everyone thinks he's a brilliant writer. A lot of smart people do community theatre; surely someone has become suspicious. I worry about how it reflects on our group, one reason I rewrite what I can. I wonder if there are any legal ramifications. And I wonder if my own overblown moral sense and my disdain for this person are causing me to make this more than it is. Maybe everyone does it. I sort of checked though. I googled some press releases from other local theatres. I didn't come up with anything. Sort of embarrassing. |
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