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it's Beltane, which means I'll go around singing that silly "It's May" song from Camelot all day. No, really, I do, every year, even when I try not to.
I've my callback for the Proto-type show tonight. I'm looking forward to it. It's cold reading, and I like cold reading. And it's with other actors, which is also good.
Meanwhile, I can eat chicken, really and truly! So what food should I try next (albeit not today)? it does seem though that onions are poison to me, and that may not change. And guess what is on my desk at work? Insurance forms!
Hopefully Associated Content will send offers on more of my articles today (since I'm only waiting on about 20 now). Also, if you want to join AC and write stuff for them (and get paid), clicky here. Unfortunately, they only pay Americans, however, which is annoying.
I loved Big Love last night. There is a way the show captures people watching each other, that is really beautiful. I also liked watching Barb be sad. Because it was that -- it was sad... it wasn't a trauma, a moment of hysteria or devastation. It was just bone deep sad, which is not something you see very often on screen, and I thought it was really beautiful.
Yesterday I was in the Time Warner Center, where they have a lot of the costumes from Lestat on display. Mostly, I was unimpressed (NIDA's student work is better), which I suppose was also good. I hear the show is beyond terrible, and while part of me wants to see it for an amusement factor, it's annoying enough to me how shabby something so beautiful from my childhood has become thanks to myriad idiocies involving Anne Rice and planet earth. That said, there was one costume, for Marius, that was stunning. I knew what it was from across the huge lobby, whereas nothing else seemed clearly anything to me. And it was how I always pictured it. And that was just a little bit of special and made me happy.
Descensus things are in motion. Photography and artifacts and new stories. It's a crazy time of year for Kali, but I'm at least largely recovered, so something new should be up soon, although neither of us are sure what that is yet. Certainly there are a lot of beautiful ideas about choice, ritual and communication kicking around in our heads which are going to feature prominently in the next three chapters.
I was able to dance yesterday. And while my stamina was shit and my muscles were aching in ways they usually don't, being able to function physically is a big thing for me, and it was nice to realize I still could. Because I don't do a lot of physical activities other than dance, I sort of don't know until I see what condition I am in in a class. I really do need to start going to RSQ classes since they are cousin to the Regency work. But the time, where is the time?
There's a lot of posts of actual substance I want to make here, although I am not sure when that is going to happen (finding the United 93 time was hard enough). One of them is a sort of post-mortem on coming out, my family, the before and after factor in watching QaF and missing being 18 and working in a gay bookshop and the boys I knew then.
I've my callback for the Proto-type show tonight. I'm looking forward to it. It's cold reading, and I like cold reading. And it's with other actors, which is also good.
Meanwhile, I can eat chicken, really and truly! So what food should I try next (albeit not today)? it does seem though that onions are poison to me, and that may not change. And guess what is on my desk at work? Insurance forms!
Hopefully Associated Content will send offers on more of my articles today (since I'm only waiting on about 20 now). Also, if you want to join AC and write stuff for them (and get paid), clicky here. Unfortunately, they only pay Americans, however, which is annoying.
I loved Big Love last night. There is a way the show captures people watching each other, that is really beautiful. I also liked watching Barb be sad. Because it was that -- it was sad... it wasn't a trauma, a moment of hysteria or devastation. It was just bone deep sad, which is not something you see very often on screen, and I thought it was really beautiful.
Yesterday I was in the Time Warner Center, where they have a lot of the costumes from Lestat on display. Mostly, I was unimpressed (NIDA's student work is better), which I suppose was also good. I hear the show is beyond terrible, and while part of me wants to see it for an amusement factor, it's annoying enough to me how shabby something so beautiful from my childhood has become thanks to myriad idiocies involving Anne Rice and planet earth. That said, there was one costume, for Marius, that was stunning. I knew what it was from across the huge lobby, whereas nothing else seemed clearly anything to me. And it was how I always pictured it. And that was just a little bit of special and made me happy.
Descensus things are in motion. Photography and artifacts and new stories. It's a crazy time of year for Kali, but I'm at least largely recovered, so something new should be up soon, although neither of us are sure what that is yet. Certainly there are a lot of beautiful ideas about choice, ritual and communication kicking around in our heads which are going to feature prominently in the next three chapters.
I was able to dance yesterday. And while my stamina was shit and my muscles were aching in ways they usually don't, being able to function physically is a big thing for me, and it was nice to realize I still could. Because I don't do a lot of physical activities other than dance, I sort of don't know until I see what condition I am in in a class. I really do need to start going to RSQ classes since they are cousin to the Regency work. But the time, where is the time?
There's a lot of posts of actual substance I want to make here, although I am not sure when that is going to happen (finding the United 93 time was hard enough). One of them is a sort of post-mortem on coming out, my family, the before and after factor in watching QaF and missing being 18 and working in a gay bookshop and the boys I knew then.
