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I just got woken up by the worst cramps. I can't fall back asleep, I can barely even lie still, I have to get up for work in three hours, but the main part -- there are no painkillers in the house and there are no 24 bodegas up here. All I can do is wrap myself in a blanket and pace until something opens up here. This sucks.
Nov. 25th, 2005
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Nov. 25th, 2005 06:18 pmI did eventually fall asleep, and oversleeping, had a hectic morning. But I went to work, did what was needed and now have a bit of time before I go deal with one of my other jobs briefly.
I have acquired Tylenol, and while it's taken the edge of the pain, it hasn't done much else. It's good enough that I can think and express myself without grunting in pain though, and I'm willing to be satisfied with that.
I picked up a copy of Julius Caesar on the way home. Buying Shakepeare plays is always an irritant to me, as I have to glance past all these copies of things declaring you no longer need be afraid of Shakespeare! Shakespeare, in plain English! yadda yadda. It annoys me, nearly pathologically. At any rate, I have it and have settled on I think Brutus' speech (they requested something from the play and character) at Caesar's funeral. This is somewhat counter-intuitive to me, because I think of Shakespeare auditions as proving you can handle the language and verse, and the speech is prose, but it's such a great speech, suited particularly to my strengths not as an actor, but as a human, and contains a number of phrasings that really seem to be helping me think about who Brutus would be, were Brutus a woman (this is a struggle for me, when people are willing to cast male roles with women, to remember I must bring my feminity to the damn role). I doubt I'll get cast (and lord knows what drama it would be with work if I were to be away for six weeks, and if I'd care), but it's a rare opportunity for me to even have fun playing with this character, so I'm going to have fun.
On a mostly seperate note -- His Dark Materials -- I know it's good, but will it grab me in that horribly personal and precise way some things do? And if so, how hard? Because I've always loved the title, the rhythm of it (just as any well-designed film will hold my attention, and book written with the right rhythm will keep me engaged, many many other short-comings aside), and I want it to speak to certain parts of me, but not too loudly because I don't have the damn time. Yes? no? maybe?
I have acquired Tylenol, and while it's taken the edge of the pain, it hasn't done much else. It's good enough that I can think and express myself without grunting in pain though, and I'm willing to be satisfied with that.
I picked up a copy of Julius Caesar on the way home. Buying Shakepeare plays is always an irritant to me, as I have to glance past all these copies of things declaring you no longer need be afraid of Shakespeare! Shakespeare, in plain English! yadda yadda. It annoys me, nearly pathologically. At any rate, I have it and have settled on I think Brutus' speech (they requested something from the play and character) at Caesar's funeral. This is somewhat counter-intuitive to me, because I think of Shakespeare auditions as proving you can handle the language and verse, and the speech is prose, but it's such a great speech, suited particularly to my strengths not as an actor, but as a human, and contains a number of phrasings that really seem to be helping me think about who Brutus would be, were Brutus a woman (this is a struggle for me, when people are willing to cast male roles with women, to remember I must bring my feminity to the damn role). I doubt I'll get cast (and lord knows what drama it would be with work if I were to be away for six weeks, and if I'd care), but it's a rare opportunity for me to even have fun playing with this character, so I'm going to have fun.
On a mostly seperate note -- His Dark Materials -- I know it's good, but will it grab me in that horribly personal and precise way some things do? And if so, how hard? Because I've always loved the title, the rhythm of it (just as any well-designed film will hold my attention, and book written with the right rhythm will keep me engaged, many many other short-comings aside), and I want it to speak to certain parts of me, but not too loudly because I don't have the damn time. Yes? no? maybe?