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When I staggered to the window to catch a breath of air
I would have appreciated this evening's lightning snow storm significantly more if I had not had to stand in it for forty minutes after the bus refused to pick me up because I reached its doors just after the light changed; it had just started its engine to pull away from the stop, but the driver honked at me to make sure that I got the point that he was between stops now and I was therefore SOL. I had at that point literally run up a slushy hillside to make the bus, carrying two umbrellas (one for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel, who had not realized when he left for work this morning that the day's overcast was going to turn into freezing rain and then enormous snowflakes that lit up like a disco when the lightning flashed) as well as a computer bag and my hat and gloves and I was not amused. The storm also blew my umbrella inside out, but that was just melodrama.
I hope the death of LJ is not impending, especially since so many people have just started posting long-form again, but I've been backed up to Dreamwidth and crossposting since 2013, so you can find me there if necessary: I use the same name. Was very surprised no one had taken it already, but not complaining. By now I would answer to it if someone yelled it across a room, though it is not mine in the same way as the others.
Links that have taken my interest of late: a critical obituary for Leia Organa, analog hauntology, and a genderqueer sky pirate from 1915. I would love to see this last on something that is not YouTube. Arthouses of Boston, are you listening?
derspatchel, who had not realized when he left for work this morning that the day's overcast was going to turn into freezing rain and then enormous snowflakes that lit up like a disco when the lightning flashed) as well as a computer bag and my hat and gloves and I was not amused. The storm also blew my umbrella inside out, but that was just melodrama.I hope the death of LJ is not impending, especially since so many people have just started posting long-form again, but I've been backed up to Dreamwidth and crossposting since 2013, so you can find me there if necessary: I use the same name. Was very surprised no one had taken it already, but not complaining. By now I would answer to it if someone yelled it across a room, though it is not mine in the same way as the others.
Links that have taken my interest of late: a critical obituary for Leia Organa, analog hauntology, and a genderqueer sky pirate from 1915. I would love to see this last on something that is not YouTube. Arthouses of Boston, are you listening?
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I wish! It was tiny: ASP has been cutting casts to the bone, and beyond. Last year, they had no Mamillius (save as an offstage voice). This year, no Gonzalo. Alonso (here the Queen of Naples) was Trinculo and Stephano, Sebastian. That said, the Caliban, Trinculo, Stephano scenes were terrific, an absolute delight. But then Stephano is one of their founding members: you've seen him as Ferdinand in The Duchess of Malfi and as Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Brilliant work with the cask and bottle. Great Caliban, a sort of komodo dragon. Good trickster Ariel: she can sing and she can move, and played most of the voices in the shipwreck, and Juno as well. Both Naples and Prospero were women, and quite sound. Antonio was all right. Ferdinand was large and sweet. Miranda was weakest, though she had her moments: the chess game had become a match at martial arts (she threw him) and the giving of hands, a handpile (slip out and slap). Eight players.
What I liked is that the company were putting the story across really well. Some of the audience, I think, hadn't known it, and were hooked. "With the help of your good hands" was a clever new idea to them—there was this laugh of discovery.
Oh, and there was gramophone music playing before the lights went down, and "I Do Like To Be Beside the Seaside" tickled me pink.
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He is good; I'm glad he's still around.
Miranda is almost always weakest and it drives me up the wall. There is no textual reason for it. Toyah Willcox is memorable and individual and sympathetic and she is part of the reason I love Jarman's Tempest so.