Renaissance Girl

As I was walking back from Campion, Wilde lines running through my head, theater singing in me (sohappy, sososohappy), I suddenly realized that the tree I was walking under--a beautiful little knarled tree--was utterly bursting with light pink blossoms, and the smell was heavenly. And I was hit with a wonderful feeling of spring soon! waking now! Oh, lovely lovely.

I saw SU's Vagina Monologues. Daimn, they are even better performed than on paper--as most scripts are--and ohsogood. Next year I want to be in the show. There is something fairly incredible about girls running through the aisles with fists pumping the air, getting the entire audience to scream, cunt! cunt! cunt! over and over. It is so fabulous, so much of what I love and still need to learn from theater--that complete letting go of self while at the same time being perfectly comfortable with who you are. It takes a lot of guts to stand on a stage and moan like you're having a triple orgasm.

My audition is tomorrow. I am so very very excited. I am tasting spring and theater and there is nothing better.

First, I tell thee that extensions on both remaining history papers makes anyone happy on a Monday morning...
thirdly, I saw Finding Neverland with Maggie (and it was a beautiful movie, said many many true things about writing and theatre, entirely disregarded conventional reality--I love the pirate ship scene especially--, and had Kate Winslet, four brilliant children, and Johnny Depp with a Scottish accent, so what could be better?)...
sixth and lastly, I got Wicked and that just makes my day inherently better...
and, to conclude, I'm obviously missing Shakespeare way too much.


(This IS the Emerald City, you know. Who's Seattle's wizard? *grin*)

I was supposed to go to usher at Love's Labours Lost at Seattle Shakes today, but downtown proved too much for me. Who knew the bats were out in force tonight? Is it some kind of celebration? I took the bus down as it was getting dark and as I stepped on the two, this funny looking man with spiky hair waves at me. I know I'm all dressed up to usher so I hope he's not hitting on me like that boy last night did to my roommate. I sort of smile vaguely and start to walk past toward the back, and he says, "dude, Lia, sit down already."
I nearly fell over but luckily it was into the seat, so no harm done. "Hi," I said to Jareth, because of course that's who it was. Stupid of me to forget, really.
"Yo," he says, and pulls out a handful of notecards from a pocket of his jacket. "You're going up to the mountains this weekend, right?" Of course I am, so I nod. "Awesome. Give those to Ryan? He's working on something top secret, you know how it goes."
"And yet he gets you to do reasearch for him," I say, and grin. Jareth grins back, all pointy.
"Someone's got to be smart for the boy," he says. "Hey, I'm off." He pulls the cord. "Come by the offices tomorrow, hey? There's a party going on. Someone's promotion." He waggles his eyebrows.
"Not yours?" I say. "You never said anything!"
"Not mine, Nicka's," he says. "But party all the same, you know?" He stands up as the bus slows down at his stop. "Get those to Ryan, hey?"
"Sure thing," I say and wave as he hops off the bus.
"Crazy kid," says a voice from behind me. It's Mona, I realize as I turn around. She leans on the seat and grins widely--not as pointy as Jer, but just as disconcerting. "Can I hitch a ride up to the place with you?"
"Um...I don't know if I can use the car," I say. "The brakes are wacked."
"Eh." Mona shrugs. "I can fix 'em. I'll come by Friday night, kay?"
"Right, then," I say. "No problem. Whoops--my stop--see you later, Mo."
"Sure, kid. Catch ya."
I swing off the bus, nodding a thanks to the driver, and tucking the notecards for Ryan into my pocket. Lord, I love this city.

Oh. And the play was good too.

Here is the reason for all this. Oh, and apologies to Allie, but when Jer's on the bus, I can't not talk to him. I mean. Come on.

Saw this in the NY Times today--it utterly rocks. The things people do with roadkill... I want to be a Rogue Taxidermist!



( onward and upward! )

Melissa found this. It's wicked. And supremely entertaining. www.jabberwacky.com

( and so we talked... )

In other news, I hate bad cramps like I hate few other things in life. Except possibly boiled spinach. But I've never actually eaten boiled spinach, so, no, I think I hate cramps more.

my roomie is just learning the product rule in calc--never having taken a calculus class before--and wasn't quite getting it. so i went over and figured out the f(x)*g(x) = [f(x)*g'(x) + f'(x)*g(x)], and i worked through the whole problem and suddenly thought, hey. this is fun. i miss math.

i miss math.

who'dve thought it?

...is way fun. Yes. It is.

We ran around and played tag (vampire tag, I Am Legend!) and ate good food and played music and had a fire in a grate and had circle in a little grove...whoa.
Note to self: Handling fire does not mean letting it spill all over the place.
Circle was...er, interesting...lots of fun, kind of scary. I think it's funny they took Chris' feather, and incidentally, they tickle really badly. I thought I was desentizied to tickling, but apparently not in that case. Hmmm....
We went up on the tor (sundial hill, at Gasworks) afterwards and raised the wind a bit and looked at the city, which is terribly pretty at night. It was cold and very clear and very lovely. I shall have to go back. The wind made the candles go out so we ended up not bothering (note to self: pyromancy needs work) with the candles and just danced around instead. Hee...

Now I am avoiding doing my thesis, although I could be packing for the trip--I know it will be lots of fun but I am wanting a few more days to sleep in my own bed before I have to camp...ah well. I'll survive, I suppose. :) And digging for fossils will be fun.

Okay...I really am going to work on productive stuff now. Really am.

I just came back from going to dinner at Atlas (U Village) with Emily and Annie and Jan. I had spring rolls, and helped Emily eat her turkey sandwich. Both were tasty. We talked about various things and about how to do hair for prom and ended up laughing ourselves silly...I like being with them. I don't feel like I'm part of the family, because I'm not, but I feel like it doesn't matter that I'm not. It's cool.
Sometimes I really miss the simplicity of seventh-grade summer life. God, do I ever.

And I'm really not as melancholy as that sounded....:)

I'm taking care of their animals this week...that means Ghostie, Peitu, Sadie, Little Bird, Mr. T, and Columbine...walking the doggie too. Should be fun. I like walking other people's doggies. :)

My parents are watching "Catch Me If You Can"....I might go and watch...

From ricefilled comes a...
( A Meme.... )

G'night, everyone. :)

I went and saw Andy Serkis tonight! Ahhh! And it was so much effing fun...
I will refrain from acting like a foolish fangirl. (In my head: Eeeeeeeeeeeee!)

Anyway. I took notes, ostensibly to give to Katt and Maggie (who could not make it, because their play is opening) but really because I'm an utter dork. So here they are, Katt and Maggie and anyone else who cares.

(I'm typing them nearly verbatim from what I scribbled down in my philosophy notebook. I hope they make sense....more or less.)

-Would you do it again? No. Because it's all about the journey and the unknown.

-Have your senses out there...(the film was filled with sensitive people, cool people)

-"The Gollum-Smeagol axis of...weirdness."

-Everything affected it...you can't do anything in a vaccum...it all affected making Gollum, and the film (Sept 11, the war, and so on...)

-What would you do if the Ring landed in your lap? This being the question he sees Gollum as asking the audience...

-Smeagol-Deagol fight shot many times. Cold blooded? But the character had to be redeemable....it could have gone the other way. Like a playground scrap gone wrong...

(From the reading he did from the book...which, incidentally, I need to read now. Nora bought it....I bet I can borrow it. )
-(Smeagol) Young rich kid with money....like a Middle Earth playboy. A bit weird, a loner, introverted...became a collector of objects--which were more important than people. Dyfunctional, but not evil. "Full of morbid self-attention." Which is quoted from some movie, but I forget which one.

-Series of vignettes....from Smeagol to Gollum. Makeup changes and so forth.

-Manicures with a drilling tool...latex masks and green putrid wash..."I was completely unrecognizeable...Lorraine brought the children in to see me...Ruby looked me up and down and shook her head and said, 'silly daddy.'"


-He did the schizo scene! Even cooler when not in costume!

(And we move to the Q and A...)
-Would not pick ANY other character. Goes for flawed and morally ambiguous characters.

-Why do people want to play Gollum? (This Q from Lee, Frannie's mom! :)) He's the most human. Addiction. Co-worker, you don't really like, gets on your nerves, has gross habits...then does something that breaks your heart, and, "oh, I don't know..." --Then is disgusting again- "I always knew he was a bastard!"

-Hobbit movie? Hard to make...very linear story. "I'd be a bit miffed if he didn't ask me back..."

-"Gollum is a sex god!"
"I'd totally agree." ... "Smeagol, I'm pregnant!"

-"Precious, which should I answer?" "We don't know...." (This when two people asked a question at once)

-Considers all the books the same thing, really....

-Gollum-juice...good fro the throat, not for the gut...

-"When my children don't go to bed on time, out comes Gollum...."

-The Wig Incident...


Wheeeeee! It was so beautiful...

Also, driving home I spotted this sign, for the second time, but I wanted to stick this up here anyway...at Corry's drycleaning, on 55th and 25th:
LAUNDRY
THE SECOND BEST REASON
TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES

I liked that. Nice ring.

-Lia