Then if time and space have any purpose, I shall belong to it

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And today is my anniversary with derspatchel. We have been together for two years, engaged for one, and married for three months. That timeline continues to amaze me when I look at it. We will celebrate tonight, as is the custom, at the Friendly Toast.

According to the flyers we've been seeing around Davis Square, on Saturday March 15th—the Ides of March—the Somerville Arts Council is sponsoring a reenactment of the assassination of Julius Caesar in Union Square. Of course this is the sort of thing a person wants to attend, especially if a person brings olives and bread and the nearest contemporary equivalent to garum and sits around watching the stabbing with snacks. (Apparently there will be interactive events. We're hoping they include offering bystanders the chance to step up and take a whack, although that may not work unless Caesar is a piñata. Which is such an appealing idea I might be disappointed now if he's not.)

This year, the evening of the Ides is also the beginning of Purim. I believe there is an obvious next step. It involves graggers. Let Cassius' name be blotted out!

(I suspect we should not drink until we can't tell the difference between Cinna the conspirator and Cinna the poet, because that deck is stacked to begin with.)

Happy March! It's snowing!

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[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Hooray for surviving below-freezing winds. That sounds like a journey that should definitely conclude with a festive meal.

So, for three years, between the ages of 9 and 11 I went to a one week Jewish summer sleepaway camp affiliated with my youth group, and every year, a guy called Rico Rose (who I really ought to look up) and some other folks, sometimes including me, wrote and then put on a full length Shakespeare parody for the whole camp.

So I was in Reuven and Harriet, Jules Gutin and MacDonald. Oddly enough, Jules Gutin was marginally about a real person, and I now know and am friends with his daughter. When I realized this, I got to stun her with "I was in a play about your dad when I was 10."

My role mostly consisted of a scene between two women -- in the original I think they're concubines -- in this case we were just women in bathing suits, in a very cold dining hall, applying mascara and sharing camp gossip instead of court gossip, the better to move the plot forward. It was very silly, but fun. I remember a lot of people being covered up to the elbow in ketchup after the murder sequence.

I still have the full script for MacDonald, which beable was also in, as two of three 'wenches' who set up MacDonald for his meteoric rise to fast-food franchise domination. You can probably see where this goes. Duncan Hines has a particularly comedic death scene.