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��������� �����scene: acting class.sound effect: a sharp knock on the door, and the sudden face of matt meeds, technical director: "we're evacuating the building, there's been an ammonia leak." in that tone of voice that's so serious you immediately think it's a practical joke.
so acting class relocates outside, to three locales before a relatively quiet spot outside of corthell hall is chosen. the day is pleasingly neutral - a clear blue sky. green trees and room temperature, even out-of-doors. this day is complementary to the lazy night filled with pinot grigio and apricot juice until roughly two in the morning. and the tones of a new favourite band, girlyman, brought to my attention by corey. in particular, "montpelier" and "say goodbye" - harmonically inclined, good guitar riffs. kinda like the indigo girls, honestly, but for some reason less -- twangy.
a mound of work! still plunging through rehearsals for macbeth, obviously, and slightly over-the-head with other such work, like classes etc. i should really sit down and DO all of this ... at some point ... and now i've auditioned for romeo & juliet at the children's theatre, which, if i get cast, i will get PAID a stipend of $600. this is quite staggering. of course, i'm also proposing my show for SPA in the spring, so there's a lot of turmoil about scheduling. i'm confident that i can handle it. not even in the smallest bit do i feel rundown or depressed: life continues on and goes, actually, quite swimmingly.
a bit of indulgence, but i think we all have to cultivate some vices at some point or another ... even the colours in my life seem to be aligning in a weird way : i wonder how the gray winter, ever neutralising, will make things ... the barrage of less-than-natural light, the slow suffocations .. all of which this summer has lent a strange glow to. or at least, this slow and lazy wandering into the end of summer before it tumbles merrily into fall. sometimes i think the seasons are like aging in reverse, getting smaller and smaller until the snow (like a blizzard of sperm!) tries to impregnate the earth and make it birth again? i don't know. some mixed metaphor like that.
go check out transitive if you haven't already. i'm so very proud of it.
that's all for now. GO OUTSIDE.