Bits and Pieces

[firstfrost]

• We defeated the Breaker in Comet last night! This time for sure! No, the run isn't over; there's still a lot of empire-building to finish and some villains who are still out there causing trouble.
• Lots of theater recently. There was Sorry, Wrong Number, a fund-raiser for Speakeasy Stage, last Tuesday. I have learned from Dunyazade (my Comet character) that when life gives you lovely dancing boys, it's okay to ogle them. I appreciated the songs played for sincerity rather than played for camp, though the camp was funny too. Embarassingly, I left my hat, and didn't remember it until Downtown Crossing, but there was a reception at the theater and the hat was rescued without disaster.
• Friday was Let Me Down Easy by Anna Deavere Smith (who I realized only after hearing her name out loud, that it's not Devereau, as I've been spelling it forever) at the ART. It's... an exploration of the grace of the human spirit (or from God) in the face of adversities of various kinds. But while I think she meant to be focused on the grace, I ended up temporarily brainwashed by the adversity. I am, generally, a happy person, but I maintain this happiness by believing that people are more good than not; that the world and the people in it have problems, but they are not permanently insurmountable. I admit it's something of a state of denial, and I am insulated from the harshest bits of the world by one death being a tragedy and a million deaths a statistic. But, after an evening of putting names and voices to individual tragedies, I came home just ready to give up on life. I can't hold it all, though. Rwandan genocide and doomed health care and Hurricane Katrina and cancer... there's too much, it slips through my fingers and is gone again. I don't think I could bear holding it for long.
• And How Shakespeare Won the West at the Huntington last weekend. Too much narration, not enough dialogue, but quite well done for the bits where they let the story tell itself.
• An hour or so ago, I was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out why I was feeling sad. I eventually realized it was because I had chopped onions earlier, so I felt like I had been crying. It would be a useful trick to remember if I ever needed to fool myself into being sad, but this rarely seems to be necessary.

Comments

Body fooling emotions

[chenoameg.livejournal.com]

I have that problem when I take sudafed; I start feeling very stressed.

Then I realize that's just because my heart rate is elevated.

We got the Breaker!

[mjperson.livejournal.com]

Jub Jub!