July 26th, 2005

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The morning thus far OR How to get soaked and say no to weed

As per usual I woke up wide awake around 3:00. Fortunately I was able to convince my body that it was stupid, we were NOT going to get up and that we WOULD go back to bed. (Since I'm sleeping in the living room should I say, `back to couch'?) Anyway, again, as per usual I woke up every hour on the hour and finally around 8:00 decided to stay up. Got some doodling done (a project requested by xenologue.)

Decided to go for a walk and fortunately remembered my hat because it started drizzling almost immediately. People complain about humidity but I myself love it. I love feeling how heavy the air is, how full it makes your lungs. There's something so strange and wonderful about being outside when it is hot and heavy. Plus, (poor, poor Trojan Women) it is also ferociously overcast this morning.

Bridges

So I went for a walk on the trail that I ran yesterday except this morning opted to go in the opposite direction. I didn't go too far when I came across a wooden bridge with places to sit and look out over this clearing in the middle of nowhere.

Despite the tops of buildings peeking over the treetops there was something wonderfully serene and isolated about the place. The thought popped into my head that I should run through my Wadu Ryu kata a few times and it didn't take long to really start getting into it. It made me feel like my body was waking up with running through those familiar patterns.

I sat for a long time with my eyes closed, smelling the air, listening to the sounds around me and trying to make some connection to Powers On High.

"Hey, it's a good morning, eh?"

A bit startled I opened my eyes and saw a man close by me on the bridge looking out the opposite direction. He was smoking a cigarette and I noted how the smell carried in the thick air. He asked me if I had seen any deer...the day before he had seen 5...two mothers and 3 fauns.
"Ah," I said. "Somebody had twins."

He and I wound up having a nice chat there on the bridge. He pointed out to me where beavers the year previous had started a dam, how the city had moved them. He saw my Salt Lake baseball hat and asked if I had visited there. We talked about the weather...I mentioned it would probably rain out my poor friend's play again.
"Hey, would you like some weed?" he asked, lighting up.
"No thanks," I said grinning to myself. Not sure why I found it so funny...maybe because I can still count on one hand the number of times I have been offered any drugs. This time makes four. I just don't look the type or something. We continued our conversation but, perhaps because he felt a little self conscious, he kept politely offering me a drag. Heh. Again, no, but thank you.

The drizzle intensified but it actually served to make the morning more pleasant. It wasn't until the bottom totally fell out that he and I decided to go our seperate ways. I have a few seperate memories of being outside in rainstorms like that. Once, when I was 13, it rained like that when my sister had to be taken to the hospital with appendecitis. I waited outside for my mom to come home and tell her what had happened.
It rained like that a few times on my mission. Hna. Teuller and I were soaked all the way through our backpacks just racing from our car to the apartment.
And once, it dumped on me like that as I was struggling up the hill to my apartment.

At anyrate, I didn't mind the rain...but it was started to soak my sketchbook so reluctantly I headed back to civilization.

I thought about that random connection...on a dark drizzly heavy morning meeting some fellow from Dundas who delighted pointing out where he had seen deer and beaver. Random connections is a theme that I keep thinking about. Don't have a theory or anything...perhaps I just like meeting people and allowing myself to be touched by their lives and vice versa... from conversations on bridges to little wisecracks at grocery stores designed to make people smile and laugh.

I couldn't help but smile all the way back. I felt like a 3 year old, frolicking in the rain and grinning like a loon as cars would speed by throwing up huge rooster tails of spray that would spray high in the air...hover for that delightful pregnant pause...and then come crashing down upon me.

Life is good.
  • Current Music
    Pacific Overtures
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The plays the thing or How I watched TTW for the 3rd time and auditioned for another production

It has been a rather sedate day. xenologue had to catch up on her email and I spent much of the morning drawing up Red Sparrows. I'm getting a fun storyline worked out...I just need to go home and scan them all in. It's been interesting watching The Trojan Women and realize how much Precursor is like Cassandra though he's not such an over the top tragic character.

There were points where I wanted to go out for another walk but it rained all day. Long, hard and heavy with much flickering of light and great booms of thunder. I haven't seen a thunderstorm like that since...well, probably since the last time I lived out here. I love the smell of rain. BOOM!

The play tonight was really solid. The monologues for the most part were really tight and Andromache's scenes were actually fairly gutwrenching. It's my third and a half time having seen this thing...pretty much the emotional punch is gone for me and I find myself mentally going close to MST3K territory but I save them for the cartoons which I knock out and show the cast later. I think they are a little puzzled by me but they laugh at my cartoons and so it all works out.

eralcym and Chris Wright came to see the play as well. I haven't seen them for a fair bit and it was nice to sit by them. I tried to keep some of my wisecracks to myself...(it WAS their first time after all, but after one gut wrenching monologue,) I passed a recent cartoon to them which I guess turned out to be a good thing...it let them giggle a little bit and relieve some of the relentless pressure of the play.

Questions I don't expect to hear from a former bishop's wife: "So, Jeanette, can you recommend any good graphic novels?" Hee. Why yes, yes I can! I listed her a few as well as telling her Scott McCloud's "Understanding Comics" is mandatory reading if she really wants to get into graphic novels.

After the play Alex and I went to Dundas little theater where they are auditioning for Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap." Alex suggested, and I thought it would be fun, for me to audition and I really think if she hadn't told them I was from Utah and was auditioning as a lark, I would have gotten a part. As is, I read for one and then read opposite Alex for all the rest of her read throughs.

It was crazy amounts of fun and makes me pine to be in a show again. On the sheet I had to fill out, I was supposed to write down previous theater experience and parts. Alex glanced at my paper (the director was holding it,) and blurted out, "Have you really done all those?" Um...yeah... (of course the last time I "trod board" was the Farmington Festival Day's production of Li'l Abner...which I don't really consider the highlight of my acting career...though I was one hecukva Mammy Yokum.)

It was big fun though, reading opposite Alex, feeling the energy build as we went through the various roles. I had been telling her the night before one of the best dates I've ever had was reading through a play with my friend Brad. We got the play, divided the parts and just read through it. If you can read well...and are with someone who can read equally well...it's a charged experience. Alex reads really, really, really well. And frankly, my dear...so do I. :)

Alex started the audition wiped (she was still all made up and silvered from playing Hecuba) and ended bouncing off the walls. I like it because all the parts required English accents and it's fun throwing accents into the mix.

The last part was for "Molly," which Alex read for and I read her aloof and somewhat teasing husband. The women auditioning us really seemed to enjoy watching that last exchange (fav quote: "You two have a LOT of chemistry. " Heh. I would be surprised astounded if Alex doesn't have that part. I'll be sad a bit though if she DOES get it though since I will be unable to come up and see it.

We then went to the graduate student pub on campus and I talked with various cast members, doodled and went through my patented "cheap party trick" of drawing Mickey Mouse with one of the few men in the cast. I didn't realize Alex had been watching but she told me later that she loves watching me do it...
"It doesn't matter how old the person is...when you have them draw Mickey Mouse they look like they are FIVE."

Eventually though, my ears started to bleed (I have been in louder environments...but it's been a while since I have been in a place that loud for so long and eventually loud sounds started to cause me physical pain. Fortunately Alex was ready to GO.

And now we are here and I need to brush my teeth and go to couch (ha ha!) since I am going along to watch the early morning hockey practice. WheeeEEEEeeeee!!!
  • Current Music
    Prelude from the Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007 (J.S. Bach-Iva Davies, Christopher Gordon & Richard Tognetti-Master and Commander (buy the CD if you like this)
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The weather OR So much for outdoor theater

I packed my suitcase thinking, "You are going to the gaping maw of a humid, hot hell."

As is, we're on our third day of a grey rain soaked day.

I really AM hoping for at least ONE performance of The Trojan Women outside... but probably not as much as the cast is. Heh.
  • Current Music
    Pacific Overtures