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Sep. 8th, 2008 07:19 pmRandom stuff:
From SF Chronicle interview with the playwright of Yellowjackets, now playing at the Berkeley Rep.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/08/31/PK2C12EUK6.DTL&hw=theater+yellowjacket&sn=002&sc=515
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/09/05/DDLU12MR0C.DTL&hw=theater+yellowjacket&sn=001&sc=1000 ;
"I had this overwhelming sense of responsibility to portray what it was like," Moses says. "Someone said that the real world isn't like college, it's like high school. College is this weird blip where people are interested in nuanced conversations. High school is quick. Everything happens fast and bullies have a lot of power. Those things are true of the real world as well."
Snacky's law notwithstanding, I agree.
I enjoyed the play quite a bit. I like Anna Deveare-Smithish stuff, journalistic works. The kids were great. My nephews were at Berkeley High around that time - and S's father was the principal who desegregated Berkeley High, as I found out at his memorial service last year - and I always enjoy feeling a personal connection with theater material. The adults in the play were idiots, however, or selftish idealogues.
Man, I'm getting old. I stayed in and dozed and watched The Good Shepard (full of zzzz's IMHO) yesterday and slept all last night just to get back to feeling normal after a night on a cot at Kaiser. Good grief. S is holding her own. She's getting 2 units of red blood cells today because she's gotten anemic.
Give blood, people! This is a big section of whole blood donations help.
Note to self: get on the blood drive bandwagon again! No need to give up just because the local rep hasn't been replaced yet.
The neighbor's cat's eye had to be removed. He's a dread pirate now. I think we should make a little hollow wood peg leg for him to wear. Seriously, though, I wish we could know how it happened and I hope like hell that it wasn't my cat who did it. I think not, but don't know. Java has very much enjoyed the last month of not having to defend his territory, so I'm not sure what to expect when P'x gets to go outside again.
In other animal news, the buck is sleeping on my deck lately! His horns are not bilaterally symmetrical. I was worried that he'd hurt his leg but I think it's okay. There's a doe sleeping in the bushes outside the extra bedroom window also, and a very large chicken, nice looking bird, white with black bars and a small bright red comb, also came around to drink some water over the weekend. That was startling. I left a note at the house of the people who I thought owned the chicken, and got a bunch of info about the chickens and the people who do own them. Interesting. And, both ferals that I've been feeding near work have birthed their kittens, which makes me sad. I need to find some catch neuter release people to work with.
I wonder if the chicken could have punctured P'x's eye.
From SF Chronicle interview with the playwright of Yellowjackets, now playing at the Berkeley Rep.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/08/31/PK2C12EUK6.DTL&hw=theater+yellowjacket&sn=002&sc=515
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/09/05/DDLU12MR0C.DTL&hw=theater+yellowjacket&sn=001&sc=1000 ;
"I had this overwhelming sense of responsibility to portray what it was like," Moses says. "Someone said that the real world isn't like college, it's like high school. College is this weird blip where people are interested in nuanced conversations. High school is quick. Everything happens fast and bullies have a lot of power. Those things are true of the real world as well."
Snacky's law notwithstanding, I agree.
I enjoyed the play quite a bit. I like Anna Deveare-Smithish stuff, journalistic works. The kids were great. My nephews were at Berkeley High around that time - and S's father was the principal who desegregated Berkeley High, as I found out at his memorial service last year - and I always enjoy feeling a personal connection with theater material. The adults in the play were idiots, however, or selftish idealogues.
Man, I'm getting old. I stayed in and dozed and watched The Good Shepard (full of zzzz's IMHO) yesterday and slept all last night just to get back to feeling normal after a night on a cot at Kaiser. Good grief. S is holding her own. She's getting 2 units of red blood cells today because she's gotten anemic.
Give blood, people! This is a big section of whole blood donations help.
Note to self: get on the blood drive bandwagon again! No need to give up just because the local rep hasn't been replaced yet.
The neighbor's cat's eye had to be removed. He's a dread pirate now. I think we should make a little hollow wood peg leg for him to wear. Seriously, though, I wish we could know how it happened and I hope like hell that it wasn't my cat who did it. I think not, but don't know. Java has very much enjoyed the last month of not having to defend his territory, so I'm not sure what to expect when P'x gets to go outside again.
In other animal news, the buck is sleeping on my deck lately! His horns are not bilaterally symmetrical. I was worried that he'd hurt his leg but I think it's okay. There's a doe sleeping in the bushes outside the extra bedroom window also, and a very large chicken, nice looking bird, white with black bars and a small bright red comb, also came around to drink some water over the weekend. That was startling. I left a note at the house of the people who I thought owned the chicken, and got a bunch of info about the chickens and the people who do own them. Interesting. And, both ferals that I've been feeding near work have birthed their kittens, which makes me sad. I need to find some catch neuter release people to work with.
I wonder if the chicken could have punctured P'x's eye.