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Little Rascals and the Devil in Massachusetts [Jul. 17th, 2009|07:01 pm]
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So in the wake of my visit to the Cape Ann area (where the train paused in Salem), my imagination has been reawakened and I Netflixed some videos about the Witch Trials. This happens every few years, I get fascinated all over again by that story and have to read/study everything I can find about it. One time back in the early '90s I was watching a PBS (PBS? Maybe it was another channel. Here is a link to the transcript but I know it aired much earlier than '97, I thought I watched it in '93? ANYWAY) documentary about the Little Rascals day care molestation trial in the late '80s, and what I saw horrified me. In the documentary they talked about little kids testifying--very young, as young as 3 and 4--which is scary enough. Kids that young are completely unreliable witnesses, for a variety of reasons, not least of which is they don't always know the difference between a lie/story and the truth. Furthermore, at that age they generally want to please the adults in their lives, so they'll tell you what they think you want to hear. You can use them for investigative purposes, perhaps, but not to convict someone. And the testimony proved it--these kids were talking about being fed to sharks and aliens and babies being murdered and whatall. Uh, HELLO!--maybe the kid doesn't have a firm grasp on the truth if that's what s/he is saying on the stand?!

The absolute nature of this statement scares me: "I believe the children. I know now that children do not lie about things like this." Now, I am certainly not saying never believe your children or act skeptical when they come to you, not at all. But the idea that "children don't lie" is a dangerous one--children DO lie sometimes, for many reasons--revenge, power, for fun. And they can lie especially when the adult they want to please is asking them leading questions. Heck, there was a case just the other day about some poor father who'd been in prison for 20 years for abusing his children, and the kids (who are now grown up, obviously) recanted their stories. You can't just take kids' words as the gospel truth, you have to apply some kind of reasonable theory of proof to what they say.

There were other things that gave pause as well--one of the jurors admitted that he'd lied during the voir dire process (when the defense and the prosecution interview members of the jury pool to decide who they want on the panel). They try to weed out anyone who might be "out for revenge"--one of the questions they ask is if you've ever been a victim of a crime, especially a crime like the one that's being tried. This particular juror lied and said no, but admitted later he had been molested as a child--and lied so he could get on the jury. In other words, he hijacked the whole judicial process, because he'd decided that the defendants were guilty before they'd even been tried. Absolutely horrifying.

Between the dark and the daylight, when the sun is beginning to lower/Comes a time that is known as Children's Hour... )

And then after I came back, I got a "History's Mysteries" DVD about Salem, and also a movie, a miniseries that aired in 2003 starring Kirstie Alley and, again, Shirley MacLaine. The former was a'ight--didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know and was a little cheesy. But the miniseries! I was astounded at good it was--and how come I'd never heard of this? I had cable in 2003, I watched TV all the time then, I can't believe this slipped under my radar. It's extremely well-researched--I kept looking up stuff to check their facts and almost everything is right on. For example when Rebecca Nurse is examined before going to trial, she is made to strip naked and be physically--and intimately--examined by two midwives, in full view of a bunch of men. And they go everywhere. If you read the records, one piece of "evidence" that worked against her was that way down in her nether regions (basically her perineum) was some bit of flesh that was deemed "insensitive"--somehow this was supposed to be evidence that she was a witch. Can you believe that?? This elderly woman, of impeccable reputation and a founding member of the church, being fingered in full view of these men who are sitting in judgment on her. Unbelievable!

And the performances! Every single actor in this does an amazing job, especially the girls. They're incredible. The girl who plays Ann Putnam, Jr. (one of the major witnesses--i.e., "afflicted" girls--The Crucible notwithstanding, Abigail Williams wasn't a ringleader so much as some others were, and she was only 11 when this was happening and certainly had never had an affair with John Proctor) is just OUTSTANDING--not one false note in her performance and she has a doozy of a role to pull off. There are a couple of scenes that are especially creepy, one of which is when, well into the whole ordeal when they're sending the girls to other districts to try to "sniff out" witches there, the girls are on their way to Andover. Young Ann sees her mother and smiles shyly and waves--like "aren't you proud of me?" *Shudder* The other girls are all terrific as well, especially the little one playing Betty Parris--very, very strong, self-assured performance, she just submerged herself into the role. Kirstie Alley plays Ann Putnam (Senior) and does a great job, and Shirley MacLaine is just luminous as Rebecca Nurse. I'm so used to seeing her play these fiesty types and this was completely against type--and she nails it. The guy who plays the minister, Reverend Parris, is also terrific.

What I thought was so great about it was how it manages to suggest not just one, but several explanations for what happened. It sets the tone with the Indian attacks and the whole terrifying worldview that the Puritans had--life is incredibly hard, and then you die and possibly go to Hell. Fun is sinful--your only salvation is in suffering and hard work. With all this psychological stress, I can't believe MORE people didn't go crazy. And even with all that, you still have to watch out for your neighbors, who are more than happy to screw you over as well. (You would think in an environment as harsh as a Massachusetts village in 1692, they would see the benefits of getting along and working together.) It certainly seems apparent that in some weird way Ann Putnam Jr. served as some kind of instrument of revenge for her parents--all the "witches" were on the other Salem faction, the one that opposed the Putnam/Parrises. (There's a great scene toward the end when Ann Putnam Sr. warns her brother-in-law--Thomas Putnam's much younger half-brother whose birth had carved out even more land from what Thomas saw as his birthright--and who had further infuriated Thomas by marrying a Porter from the other faction. Ann Sr. warns her brother that he might be next--she's starting to see the pattern--and then you see little Ann staring at the young man, taking in every word. And you see Joseph Putnam and his bride and the mother of his newborn child being arrested in slow-motion. Beautifully shot sequence.) And of course all the "afflicted" girls were on the Putnam/Parris side. But it was much more than a simple power grab--I do think those girls went a little nutso, and I don't necessarily think they were faking it, as such. I think they allowed themselves to be convinced that they were bewitched. They were so little valued, these girls--and what had they to look forward to? Death in childbirth? A joyless marriage and existence? Finally someone was listening to them, finally they felt alive. (Obviously I am not at all condoning what they did--I'm suggesting this is how on some dark, hidden level, it happened.)

They don't introduce the ergot theory though--it's an interesting theory but the Puritans did know about ergot poisoning, and probably would've identified that. Besides why would that only affect a small group of girls?

The scenes where the condemned go to be hanged are the most powerful, of course. When Rebecca Nurse is standing there on the cart, lifting her face to the heavens and praying as the noose is out around her neck, Reverend Parris is furious--he is literally bellowing at her to stop praying. You can see this is where the tide begins to turn, the crowd is visibly upset at her execution (and an interesting note--she was actually found innocent at first, and the judge basically told the jury "go back and try again." They knew what kind of verdict was expected of them. The miniseries leaves that fact out, probably for lack of time, as it is pretty long already but definitely worth it).
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Friday [Jul. 17th, 2009|05:31 pm]
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Ohhhh, so ti-ti today. I've been dying for a catnap at work but Fridays are usually pretty busy.

Sometimes I can actually feel myself losing braincells from viewing the Yahoo! home page. I don't know how they manage it, but they're actually increasing their inanity saturation point. Their "news" stories are so. stupid.



Is this actually considered news? Is there a burning NEED for this skill?

Hanging out with Susan tonight, and of course I forgot her birthday present. *smacks head* We're going to Arriba! Arriba! to slurp margaritas and sangria, and dish. Tomorrow rehearsal, then dinner with a friend, then fight class on Sunday.
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Mmmmm..... [Jul. 16th, 2009|10:03 pm]
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...I just enjoyed the most delicious, fattening-yet-nutritious dinner...salted lobster ravioli sauteed in garlic and olive oil, with parmesan cheese on top, plus a not-quite-ripe (but delicious nonetheless) avocado. SO good, SO rich...God bless Italy! (And Trader Joe's--I gotta get more of this ravioli!)

I love working out because then you can eat a-ny-thing you want afterwards.
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Paaaaainnn... [Jul. 15th, 2009|06:28 pm]
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...I am *really* feeling that workout today. The muscles just under my shoulders (I thought they were called deltoids but I looked that up and those are on top) are killing me, as are other places. Took a shower before work and it helped a bit but Calvin (trainer, HAD from Ore) says a bath with Epsom salts would be better.

Oddly, legs are not hurting at all. Abs are, though. But it's all good; no pain, no gain.

I'm considering stopping by a nail salon and getting a massage, but I think they hurt too much even for that.

The great thing about a really intense workout is that you can eat anything you want for dinner that night. Gonna be cooking up some more pasta! (I made basic--i.e., no tomato sauce--whole-wheat spaghetti last night with olive oil, garlic, turkey sausage and parmesan cheese. Mmmm...)
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Annoying Mailman [Jul. 13th, 2009|11:33 am]
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Had an annoying experience Saturday morning. Preparatory to leaving for rehearsal, I was walking downstairs with a bag of recyclables in my hand, to leave in the trash alley next to the building. I had my iPod shuffle on, although it was not very loud. As I approached the front doors, I passed by the mailman who was facing the wall at one of the panels with the apartments listed. I heard him say something but didn't pay attention, assuming he was trying to buzz someone. I'm almost at the door and I hear a noise behind me--finally I turn around and the mailman is facing me, saying something. I take my earphones out and he's saying "Hel-lo-o? Como es-ta?" in, frankly, an inappropriate tone, as though he were annoyed. I kind of shook my head, and say "Sorry? What's going on? Do you have a package for me?" Once he saw that I'd had the earphones on he said "Ah, ok-kay--what, you don't want to say hello to your mailman?" Again, I shook my head, like "Huh? What is this?" He saw that I wasn't playing along and tried again, saying "what apartment do you live in? Are you home during the day?" I paused and said "sometimes...?" He was trying to sound more important, saying "see, sometimes I might have a package and if I can't reach you, then you have to pick it up at the post office." WhatEVER--what a loser! Who cares? Unless I'm expecting someone, I do not answer the door--there's always someone who wants to be buzzed in and I don't feel like dealing with it so I guess any packages we get, we'll have to pick up at the post office which is a whole three minutes away!

First off, the guy was facing away from me--I had no idea he was talking to me in the first place, and I could hardly hear him in any case. Second, if you say hello to someone and for whatever reason they don't want to say hello back or don't respond, the polite thing to do is smile, or not, and MOVE ON. You don't track them down and start dishing attitude with "hel-lo, como es-ta?" How pathetic are you, running after a woman who's listening to her iPod and getting all pissy because she didn't hear you say hello? And even if she did, she has a right not to respond. This is the city, people have different levels of comfortable social interaction. You do not try to FORCE someone to say hello, you cannot force someone to be sociable. What a loser! There is a certain kind of self-important guy that really does think he can force a hello out of you--I run into that with the building where my dentist is, one of the doormen gets very pissy if you don't chitchat with him. I'm not your girlfriend, or your friend. I don't know you, and I don't owe you friendliness. And I think it's likely that if I were 80 years old, there would be a lot less attitude from you about whether or not I say hello. So this isn't about neighborliness--it's about the blonde who you think is ignoring you, and your ego can't take that.

I exited the building, putting my earphones back in and dumped the recyclables and when I came back up out of the alley, Annoying Mailman was there on the sidewalk, asking me something again. Again, I took out my earphones and he repeated "do you think the fire station is open?" (We have a firehouse next to us.) Again, I gave him this "What the hell?" look and said "uh, I guess so...?" He said "see, you got to know that I joke around like that--I'm always joking with my customers, the firehouse is always open..." I paused and gave him this very baffled expression, kind of shook my head, and moved away. Stop trying to force me to engage with you! Just let me go on about my day, for God's sake.

If I see him again, the earphones stay on, and I'll just pretend I don't see him.
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Fight Class + the New Gym [Jul. 13th, 2009|10:25 am]
My back is KILLING ME, I have this painful knot right in the center-right section. I have no idea why, other than that Nicholas kicked my ass yesterday in fight class. We worked out for three hours with knives, learning moves and then a whole staged fight sequence. It was exhausting (I had to crash for a nap afterward) but it felt great to be taking steps forward and learning something new although my fight partner felt a leetle unsafe (he was going a little too whole hog with the moves, and whacked me several times). And I gotta say, Nicholas is a good teacher. He's patient and explains things well--it's clear he enjoys teaching.

On my way to the class, I stopped by the new gym that's going up at the end of our block, to look into a membership. It's not expensive at all--there are two dirt-cheap options, one is $10/month + a $39 one-time only "start up" fee and and an annual $29 "rate guarantee" fee. The other is a pre-paid $99 year-long package, which is only available the first year, I think. And the gym will be open virtually 24 hours! (Except for the weekends) And it is so close! Literally a minute's walk away.
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Paris Jackson [Jul. 9th, 2009|12:51 pm]
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I got a pedicure last night and as I was sitting there in the chair, the TV was of course broadcasting "news" about MJ's funeral. Okay, fine--I'm not interested but a lot of people are, and whatever. But they kept playing over and over that little girl's words to her father. I read an interesting article the other day that put that incident in some perspective although I don't agree with all the author's conclusions. For instance I don't think her aunts' support was staged, and I don't think her address was staged--I think she HAD to say something, she had to put her feelings out there. And that's entirely appropriate--she and her brothers are the ones who are suffering the most from this. But it really bothers me that WE all heard this, that now this little one's heartfelt words of farewell to her father now belong to the ages. That's just too private. They kept replaying it last night--I must have heard it at least three times. I don't want to have that kind of intimate knowledge about that poor little kid, it just feels like it's adding to the damage. It's none of my business, and I guess I wish the family had said "why don't you say this at the private service, honey?"

I have to say, the little girl and her older brother are GORGEOUS, weird names and all.
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Facebook Spam [Jul. 9th, 2009|10:32 am]
One of my friends (a real friend) on LJ has drunk some kind of weird Kool-Aid--he changed his "middle name" to read "Rising Sign" and every single update contains some reference to either astrology, some astrology book he's promoting, or some astrology website he's promoting. This has been happening for weeks now--I finally just clicked "Hide" and now I won't be shown any of his updates. I suppose in a few months I'll check to see if he's still doing this and maybe revert the setting. It's a shame, he's a nice guy but I don't go to Facebook for the ads and I really don't care about "helping [you] get to 100 people!" on your website, or whatever it is you're doing.
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Johnny Tremain [Jul. 2nd, 2009|11:04 am]
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I've been rereading Johnny Tremain lately, an old, old favorite. So beautifully written--absolutely not written down to children, there's so much subtlety and understatement in the tone. "'I'm too young to be lascivious.'" And "So the old man was after his for his pride again, was he?" And "everything seemed to groan 'this is the end, this is the end.'"

It occurred to me last night that this would be a fantastic subject for a musical--I wonder if anyone's ever thought of it? I can think of so many musical moments--the opening scene in the silversmith's shop, Johnny's "dark night of the soul" after his injury, the speech that Otis--or is it Sam Adams?--makes with its repeated refrain "A man can stand up," and that beautiful, poignant ending "Grandsire--Grandsire..." And just think of all those wonderful old colonial instruments you could use for the orchestration--drums, fife, etc. I can't believe no one's ever adapted this!
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Who's the doll with the head of golden hair? Farrah... [Jun. 26th, 2009|01:31 pm]
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...and someone for whom I have much less mixed feelings--the beautiful and talented Farrah Fawcett. May she rest in peace, beautiful lady. This woman was an icon, in every sense, in the '70s--EVERYONE had that poster. It was so ubiquitous, my mother bought my brother and me each our own copies, which we thought was cool. And then when Charlie's Angels started--we all idolized her. My girlfriends and I would play Charlie's Angels--since my friend Beth was the coolest, she got to play Jill (the Farrah character) and I had to play Kelly, until I finally pointed out that I was the blonde! Luckily Beth had a sense of fairplay. But I wanted to get the same car Jill had--a white Cobra. And we all tried to skateboard like she did in the show. I even had Charlie's Angels trading cards. She was the epitome of All-American, casual gorgeousness and we all wanted to be just like her. (If you can believe it, she visited the small town in New Hampshire where my father was living, and I got my hair cut at the same salon later on--I bragged about that incessantly. Her visit to that town was a HUGE deal.)

She did Wella Balsam ads, until she started her own line of shampoos, which sometimes my parents bought for me as a treat. And in addition to the Charlie's Angels doll set, there was also a Farrah doll--which, yes, I also got. I remmber the hair was all floofy like hers (like Jennifer Aniston's "Rachel" cut after friends hit big, everyone wanted the "Farrah" cut as well, with "wings"!). And the doll had fingernails, which was a first for one of my dolls (Barbie doesn't have long fingernails). And the jingle went

Who's the doll with the head of golden hair?
Farrah!
The doll with the face so pretty, so fair?
Farrah!
(Interlude of people wailing in honor of said doll)
Farrah! Farrah we love you!


Enough ads of these during the afternoon hours and my parents didn't have a chance--they HAD to get it for me.

And then after all that--she reinvented herself as a strong actor. The Burning Bed is a great movie--everyone's great but she carries it. Watch the hopeless way she says the line "Somethin' awful's gonna happen." Watch that, and then watch her as Diane Downs, who tried to murder her own children. Oh, she is so CREEPY as DD, so...trying too hard to be normal, she does a terrific job. And she took over the role of Marjorie in Extremities, a difficult role, very intense and physical.

Rest in peace, beautiful lady...
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Trying to get my mind off this... [Jun. 18th, 2009|01:07 pm]
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...I can get obsessive about things sometimes--both my brother Bart and I are like this, my grandmother used to lecture him "Don't tear the passion to tatters." (Yes, we grew up surrounded by Shakespeare, she was always saying stuff like that.) This can be good sometimes, because when I become interested in a subject, I learn everything I can about it. But it can also be a bad thing--I'm obsessed with this current horrible situation, and the more I think about it, the more depressed I become.

If I can force myself to think about something else, it improves my mood, and my sense of empowerment, immeasurably. So on that note, I have to post about Something Completely Different:

It's a fascinating article about acting Shakespeare, appreciating Shakespeare, and why the Public's program is so wonderful. This is one interesting excerpt, about various interpretations of the exchange between Viola and Feste, when Feste says to her "Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard" and Viola replies "By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for one, though I would not have it grow on my chin." There are mainly two possibilities--Viola emphasizes chin, meaning she wants the "beard" to grow elsewhere on her, or my, meaning she wants Jove to send her someone else's beard--i.e., Orsino's. The writer argues strenuously against the latter meaning, saying

Frankly this is tortured nonsense; if you don't do the dirty joke, you're repressing the vitality of the sexuality Shakespeare embedded in the line, the kind of body-part joke he rarely resisted. It's a play shot through with sexual references, and this one would be missed. So much depends on the inflection.

What? I don't agree at all--why would Viola be wishing for pubic hair? She's a young woman who gets engaged at the end of the play, she already has it. And it's not a "dirty" joke, it's more of a bawdy joke, and not particularly clever. It's also out of character for Viola, who (I don't think) makes any jokes like that in the rest of the text. The Orsino meaning is much sweeter, more characteristic, and more clever and appropriate to her exchange with Feste. But still, I love this kind of geeky line-parsing by Shakespeareans. There's also some terrific stuff about technique and the catch-breath and why that's important (which is good for me to read, I tend to wrap-around).

And finally, I love this:

For me, it's that it's such a perfect and essentially New York experience. Everybody flees NYC in the summer, and so there's always a feeling that if you're one of the ones who's stayed in town, you're somehow the real McCoy, and the city rewards you with very special charms. Shakespeare in the Park is one of them.

The ritual of the all-day wait on line in the Park (even though I don't have to do it anymore, I still remember with great nostalgia my student days sitting there, hanging out with other New Yorkers, then waving hello inside the theater). The beauty of the sunset over the Belvedere Castle, the lovely summer air. Then the surprises, like birds flying in, winds whipping up, and rain falling as if on cue. It's just romantic and magical. But also, there's the Joe Papp angle, the idea that there is no problem in human society that can't be eased at least a little by having Shakespeare thrown at it.

Free Shakespeare—one of the great cultural achievements in human history, made available for all, for free: this is a powerful notion. Even when the productions aren't good, they're still Shakespeare. And when they are good, which lately they've tended to be, it's a cultural Trojan Horse: the pleasant outside makes you open yourself to it, and then, once you've let it in, Shakespeare does his devastating work: ravishing you with his love poetry, wrenching you with his strangled Desdemonas and suicidal Ophelias. You end the evening more human than when you began it. Isn't that what theater is supposed to do?
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2009|11:03 am]
Lori and I have a huge problem.

That woman is refusing to leave on Sunday. Lori is over there right now and asked her by what time she thought she would be out on Sunday and the woman flipped. Out. She was screaming at Lori, saying she hadn't had enough time to look for a place (she's been there nearly 5 weeks), that we didn't know "the law," if we touched her stuff she would call the police. And she is refusing to leave. She was screaming at Lori that we haven't "given [her] enough space," (she has more space than we do) that we've been mean to her, and then she turned around and tried to talk to Lori about hair modeling gigs.

She is refusing to leave. And I have to say, I'm so shaken up, I'm literally trembling. I am not sure how to handle this.

I told Lori to refuse to engage her--just keep repeating "no, you must be out by Sunday, that's what we agreed." Don't respond to any of her charges.

I don't know what to do. I'm really scared.
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(no subject) [Jun. 11th, 2009|11:43 pm]
Flirting is just soooooo much fun. I'm just going to throw that out there :)
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It gives a very echo to the seat where Love is throned... [Jun. 11th, 2009|02:05 pm]
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So I saw Twelfth Night at the Delacorte last night. I'd been planning to go with Griffin (my plan being to try to get tickets during previews, especially with what I expect will be a hot ticket like this one) but he forgot and had to work on Wednesday so I texted Lori to see if she wanted the other ticket. Yesterday was drizzling and quite grim in the morning and I almost decided not to go wait on line, but I figured I was up, I might as well. Waited on line for 3 and a half hours--I had to spread out my umbrella on the wet ground since I'd forgotten to bring a chair or blanket or something.

I'd brought a book, Connie Willis's Doomsday Book (which I'm rereading) and mostly passed time that way and checking Facebook. The Public is obviously trying to improve the line experience--they have a new food concessionaire which is also open during the day, so you can just walk up there to get something to eat. (It used to be that you could only get food by ordering from the cafes and delis near the theater.) The new concessionaire is MUCH better than the one they used to have, which was mostly ice cream novelties, brownies/cookies and sodas. This new one has really good coffee (Illy coffee, which is excellent), wine and beer, sandwiches, breakfast foods, salads, etc. For breakfast I decided to get coffee, a whoopie pie (what?), and "Market berries with sour cream and brown sugar." YUM. Not only is the food good, but you don't even have to walk up to the window--if you're willing to wait, eventually someone will come around and take your order while you're on line. And they even take credit cards! How awesome is that?!

So I scored my two tickets and danced away. I just love free summer theater, it's one of those things that makes city life so great. Lori met me after work and we went over together, getting a yummy little meal, including two glasses of prosecco, which we were allowed to eat at our seats.

This production of Twelfth Night looks as though it's going to be quite good--it was the first preview so it's settling into place still. Most of the principals are quite strong, with Hamish Linklater stealing the show completely as Sir Andrew. He is HILARIOUS, every time he opens his mouth people were dying of laughter. Anne Hathaway is good, but not yet great as Viola, but the basic work is there, she just needs to settle into the role. I do think she and Audra (also very good) missed some of the poignancy and sweet epiphanies of their first scene together ("The honorable lady of the house, which is she?")--the willow cabin speech was just sort of barreled through, and I didn't see much vulnerability there, nor did I see much of a transformation in Olivia during the scene, from cold-hearted lady of the house to a woman infatuated. However, again, I think they just need time.

Getting back to Viola, Anne is playing her as a much more believable male than I did (which is of course fine). She actually could pass as a guy. My thinking was that I'm kind of thrown into trying to pass as a male, and there's a learning curve. (At one point during rehearsals, Ben gave me the note that when I first run over to Orsino on "On your attendance, my lord; here," that I was running "like a girl." I gave him a LOOK and he laughed and said "I know you can kick my ass" and I replied "That's a choice! Believe me, I do NOT run like that normally!") I don't know that there's a need for Viola to be completely believable as a guy, because I think most people will believe what they're told until there's a very good reason to believe otherwise. And let's face it, Orsino is pretty oblivious. I also played Viola as much more--consciously light-hearted, as in I'm trying NOT to think about Sebastian and this grief that surrounds me, and as a result of this tension things strike me as much funnier. This came out the most in II, iv--I always loved that exchange between her and Orsino when she says "About your years, my lord" and "Of your complexion, my lord." I played it like I was about to burst out laughing--the lines are genuinely, of themselves, hilarious, and it's also my own private joke. Then the song "Come Away, Death" (in which they had first Orsino and then Viola join in--it was quite beautiful), and my mood changes completely, leading to the intense colloquy between O & V, culminating with

...she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?


I didn't really see that intense undertone of I'm desperately hoping you will actually get what I'm really saying, and yet I'm afraid to disturb this delicate balance. It was played more for laughs than anything, and there's so much to mine there. And I think you do need to have that mood change in that scene--V & O actually have relatively little stage time together, so you have to compress their relationship. So something has to happen, has to change in that scene.

I was a little disappointed with her rapport with Orsino, I don't know that I really saw that intense bond they have, the bond that makes II, iv, that big scene, throb with subtext, the bond that explodes into violence in the last scene. I thought Esparza was quite good as Orsino, I just didn't quite see that chemistry between them; in fact, after Sebastian and Viola meet in the last scene, they go off and hang out together, instead of her going right back to Orsino, like "see, everything is explained--now will you let me off the hook?" (Because even after Sebastian is revealed, she still doesn't know that Orsino loves her.) However, this was a much more overtly comic Twelfth Night. I said to Lori--they've almost staged it as a fable, "once upon a time, in a land far away..." The whole feeling is pastoral and lyrical--the set is a bunch of grassy, green, waving hills that the characters slide down and dance across, and the Celtic, lilting music is very effectively and beautifully deployed (Anne sings several times, and sounds quite lovely). The whole feeling sort of distances you from the more adult, autumnal nuances of the text. This is of course completely appropriate, but I do love those nuances--I love the haunting qualities of this play, the undertone of melancholy and a pure love that is completely suppressed, and the mourning for a dead twin with that background of water, water. If you develop those qualities, it makes the ending truly joyous, rather than just a resolution.

I was disappointed in the Maria, I just don't think she brought much to the role. Toby was decent but not great. Again, I prefer a slightly more menacing Toby. Malvolio was also good but not great, IMO--frankly, I thought Tom was funnier. Frankly, though, I'm usually not that interested in the TN subplot--I'm always sort of twitching impatiently until we get back to Viola and Orsino and Olivia. But as I said, Sir Andrew was HI-LARIOUS. And I did like the Sebastian (he was dreaaaamy). I thought the fighting looked pretty good, but Lori (who trained at LAMDA) was more critical.
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Theater Hilarity [Jun. 9th, 2009|05:42 pm]
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The 2009 Tonys, Abridged
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There's no place like London! [Jun. 8th, 2009|07:18 pm]
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Oh, and I have some exciting news. Last week I noticed an ad in AM New York or whatever that subway newspaper is called. The ad was for British Airways, advertising a very low rate to visit several different European cities. The one that interested me the most was round trip to London, including 3 nights at a hotel--for the low, low price of $599. I checked out the BA site and with additional charges it comes to $750. Going by what I paid in Rome and Venice, 3 nights at a decent hotel would cost at least $100/night--so basically that's a round trip flight to London for $300. UNBELIEVABLE.

I called my Mom, to plant the seed. She said she needed to think about it and we talked about logistics--I want to check out the fine print and see if we can add an additional night or two (for an extra price, of course) just so we can stay a little longer than 3 days (although for such a great price, even three days is great). Mom wanted to look at her finances and figure out if she could do it (she has a lot of house stuff coming up--paint job, pressure-treat the deck, etc.), so I called back yesterday. She said "yes, I think we need to do this." Frankly, I knew she'd come around--I know exactly how to get Mom to do stuff :) See London with her daughter? London, the seat of kings, the fount of so much of the history that we both love, the love she inculcated in me? Of course she'd do it.

She's not 100% committed yet but she definitely wants to do it--it's just a question of watching her finances. I also had the idea that it would be fun if my Mom's sister, my aunt and godmother Jenny, came with us. The two of them visited me in the Western Med when I did my cruise ship contract and had a blast.

London--the Tower, punts on the Thames, London bridge, Kensington Gardens, St. Paul's Cathedral, the Globe, the British Museum, all those Plague sites! (like Charing Cross)...
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In the News [Jun. 8th, 2009|02:58 pm]
I have to say, I find the whole David Carradine story extremely depressing. I feel so awful for his family. What kind of filthy newspaper would actually publicize a picture like that? What a cruel, inhuman thing to do. I hope the family is dealing with this as best as they can.
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Thoughts on the Tonys [Jun. 8th, 2009|10:24 am]
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I actually didn't remember the Tonys were on until I was approaching Times Square so I sat down with the crowd and watched them outside. I did miss the first several awards though and am bummed I didn't get to see my Ryan in his number. :(

* Hey, I just found out that Shrek on Best Costumes! Well, it certainly deserved it, those costumes were gorgeous, imaginative and fun. I strongly feel Christopher Sieber should've won for Featured Actor in a Musical as well--Billy Elliott is a fine show but I'm not sure it deserved ALL those awards. if You HAD to give the Featured Actor in a Musical award to BE, it should've gone to the kid, David Bologna who blew me out of the theater, he is staggeringly talented.

* Yay, Karen Olivo! I loved her speech and am thrilled that she won. Although--she played Anita, the Tony-maker. (Much like Richard Neville was Warwick the Kingmaker. A little theater/history fusion geekery there.)

* Loved the Hair number, although I would've preferred that they perform "Aquarius." It's interesting, when our cast performed for the Helen Hayes awards at the Kennedy Center back in '98, we also did "Hair" and not "Aquarius." I don't know, I just like that latter better, I think it's a cooler song with more interesting staging opportunities for an awards show, but I guess "Hair" rocks out more, and of course it constantly reminds you of the name of the show! That cast is just so awesome though--loved seeing Creel fondle Anne Hathaway (who was bouncing adorably in her seat) and Will Swenson who was playing with someone who was bald! I was rocking out in Duffy Square. Oh, and when the cast stormed the stage when they won Best Revival, that is EXACTLY what our cast did! We all just took off for the stairs--I remember clustering behind our director and at one point during his speech I was so excited I quietly yelped.

* I have to say, I kind of want to see Rock of Ages now! It looks like a ton of fun. Some terrific vocal talent, I'll say that.

* REALLY want to see God of Carnage, but I've wanted to see that for awhile.

* Hated the number from Guys and Dolls. I'd heard bad things about that revival and I must say, the naysaying was borne out by what they showed last night. "Sit Down" is NICELY'S big number--no one should be allowed to upstage him during that number. Extrenely tacky. And General Cartwright slapping herself on the ass? Are they on dope? NO ONE did that in the '30s. That is a recent gesture, maybe only about 15 years old. And if anyone, by some anachronistic twist of fate, were to be doing so, it CERTAINLY wouldn't be the uptight head of the Salvation Army. Yes, I understand that they're trying to make the point that everyone has been so turned around by the number that they've all been "converted" but they're "converted" in character. It just screamed anything for a cheap, tasteless joke. I was embarrassed for all of them.

* WHAT was the point of the Legally Blonde and Jersey Boys numbers???

* Jerry Herman. Just--awwwwww. Very sweet, classy speech.

* I didn't understand Ripley's over-the-topness, but maybe she was just excited. And I definitely applaud her sentiment.

* I literally gasped when the Billys won--such an unconventional nomination--but they should be very proud of themselves. They really are the reason that show has won so many awards--in my opinion, it's a good but not great show (I think the score is a little weak although I really like some of the songs, like that last miner number). It's the talent that distinguishes that show--those boys' talent. They're incredible.

* How hilarious was Neil Patrick Hyde's last song? Also loved his dig at SushiMan.
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(no subject) [Jun. 5th, 2009|01:28 am]
Tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday night I will be AWAY--my wonderful roommate Lori has graciously offered me the use of Kevin's (her BF) apartment for the weekend, since they will be away.

I will be BY MYSELF. In a beautiful apartment in SOHO.

With cable, cute restaurants nearby...neither of my beloved kittehs, sadly, but they know how stressed out I am. I'm going to run up directly after work and feed them LOTS of food.

I am so stressed out, I want to cry. I cannot wait until It is gone. I really need my space back.
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A Wedding in Massachusetts [Jun. 4th, 2009|05:49 pm]
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I have been worried about the logistics of attending my cousin Larson's wedding, since between travel time, the rehearsal dinner and the ceremony, I would have to stay a couple of days and miss at least one day of work. Also, I didn't know how I'd get around--Larson and his bride didn't book a block of rooms anywhere so I couldn't be sure I'd be staying near any cousins/aunts/uncles, and I might have to rent a car. The thing that worried me the most was the two-day stay--every B&B I checked out was like $150/night. What with travel costs, missing work, plus a gift, I was seriously considering sending my regreats. But I emailed my aunt Clarissa the other night and she responded saying that she'd rented a big house in Gloucester on the ocean and a bunch of relatives were staying there and I was welcome. Yay!

Furthermore, I just found out that we are closed on July 3 anyway, so the missed day of work is a moot point!
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