ironymaiden: (don't walk/i love you)
i am head-over-heels in love with mynoise.

it seems that the older i get, the more sensitive i am to sound - more jumpy in response to sudden changes, more on-edge in response to high-pitched sounds, less tolerant of loud venues. the noise generators knock out the various ambient noises of my open office much more effectively than music and noise-cancelling headphones. in addition to the usual water and fire noises, there are drones and soundscapes, including cat purring and starship activity. i'm more focused and more relaxed. so happy. on the Chromecast they're a great alternative to tv-as-background-noise, and they seem to help C sleep. i sent the dude some money. totally totally worth it.

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caught Tosca at Seattle Opera this week. definitely up to the standard i've come to expect from them: great performances, flawless stagecraft.* i liked the show itself - it's structured in such a way that there are no hit arias you can break out of context. lots of places where the music tells the actors exactly where their beats are - to, say, place that candlestick at any other moment would be impossible.

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C's contracting agency had their "holiday" party at Teatro Zinzanni. i had to nudge C into going, but i was sure he would be impressed by the show, and they did not disappoint. (when my taciturn man won't stop clapping, you've won the everything.) i was especially delighted with Duo Rose. usually aerialists are rail thin (with muscles like a basket of snakes), but Samuel is built like a tank. i realized how rare it is to see a really muscular man who hasn't been going through some kind of cutting routine, but it's not like he could do the crazy shit he does if he was starved or dehydrated. <3

really, everyone in and out of the show was awesome. one of the members of the group was pulled into audience participation, and christened "Boobs McGee". she had a great time, and it was a running joke at the after party. C overheard the HR guy checking in to tell her that if it stopped being fun to check in with him and he would shut it down. correct.

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yesterday i saw a girl in a hijab and ankle-length skirt skateboarding.

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Patxi's pizza is really good. get the deep-dish if you want to have a leisurely chat (it takes 45 minutes to make) or the thin crust if you want to eat right away. they're of the bland sauce school, but the toppings make up for it. balsamic onions.

balsamic onions.

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i am wearing socks that i knit myself, made out of yarn that i spun myself from fiber i got from [livejournal.com profile] mimerki as a gift, using a technique from a book [livejournal.com profile] shadawyn recommended, blocked on custom blockers that knitta K made for me. they are pretty and i feel accomplished and loved when i wear them.




*Seattle Opera is a safe zone where there will never be a flat purse, an inappropriately wrinkled costume, or a botched light cue. the only distraction is how GOOD they are.
ironymaiden: (Seattle)
the article about land use in Silicon Valley and San Francisco that i was talking about last night:
burrowing owls, vomiting anarchists

Seattle has different issues, but shares the problem of rising housing costs and an increasingly large well-paid workforce segment choking out the less affluent population, plus a vocal group of existing land owners. my neighborhood is a hot one. our rent will be increasing next month; right now the math says sit tight (can't find a rent that is low enough to make up for the costs of moving) while figuring out a new plan. that's the thing that really gets me - i feel like our rent is ridiculous, but newer buildings are charging more. other desirable neighborhoods and older buildings aren't cheaper. (desirable for us means frequent bus service and a grocery store, not necessarily hip. even "unsafe" neighborhoods are surprisingly close to our current costs.) from there we get into being forced back into car ownership and then the savings has been chewed up in car...and there's a loss of quality of life that can't be calculated. frex, getting rid of the dog is not on the table. don't get me wrong, i'm still glad to be able to call maintenance when the disposal acts up, i hate yard work with a passion, and the thought of dealing with a HOA makes me ill. trade offs.

Seattle remains beautiful and charming and the home of my heart. right now there is a project putting pianos in the parks. the one by our house is decorated with a dragon's head and a stripy sail. it's seen steady use and has been accreting a free library of music books and even some hand percussion.

last night we went to see Mirror, Mirror. it was a charming production, in a little amphitheater that is invisible from the street. there was a whole picnic plan that was slightly scuttled by the (unknown to us) preshow lecture by Mark Okrand and being on a concrete bench instead of the lawn we imagined. but we improvised successfully and even shared our snacks with the people around us. beet sandwiches! generic blood orange soda! clementines! mutant pretzels! cheese! i'm sorry that there wasn't much opportunity to chat with [livejournal.com profile] ethnomuse due to the lecture, but there were bonus [livejournal.com profile] joyful_storm and [livejournal.com profile] samildanach so i count the whole thing as a win.

i enjoyed Guardians of the Galaxy quite a bit. i don't know how i would rank it against the other Marvel movies...it's from a different place. it belongs in the Big Trouble in Little China and Hot Fuzz part of the Venn diagram. (i consider Hot Fuzz a masterpiece of its form. GotG isn't that good. i have now caused myself to wish for the alt-universe Edgar Wright version of the film.) anyway, there were several points that were so very close to moments from the history of my Friday gaming group. (most of the time i play Gamora, but there are definitely times when i am Groot.)
ironymaiden: (red)
in the wake of recent revelations about the Disney adaptation of Into the Woods, i sat down to rewatch the 1990 recording with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki. conclusion: someone at Disney must have optioned the rights in order to keep it from ever being made into a film, then years later someone who didn't know the show said, "hey! a fairytale musical? why haven't we made this yet?"

meanwhile, they drove a dumptruck of money up to Stephen Sondheim's house. what could he do?

i think it's a really interesting show to watch with kids. but you have to be ready to talk about the issues raised. well, we don't dare screw with our ability to pop something in the DVD player and leave.

it could turn out to have many fine qualities while being a terrible adaptation (ask me sometime about my love of Hans Christian Andersen stories). i won't be giving them any money for this one.

sidenote: i thought i would introduce M to Meryl Streep's "singing", only to discover that Mamma Mia is not available for streaming or rental.
ironymaiden: (fuck it)
Equivocation has the sharpest ensemble acting and the best direction i've ever seen at the Rep. the writing is sly and funny, especially if you know the Shakespeare canon as a theatre professional or an academic.

yup, it's the best 9/11 truther propaganda out there.
ironymaiden: (Default)
Equivocation has the sharpest ensemble acting and the best direction i've ever seen at the Rep. the writing is sly and funny, especially if you know the Shakespeare canon as a theatre professional or an academic.

yup, it's the best 9/11 truther propaganda out there.
ironymaiden: (cookie!)
1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, your favorite kind of sandwich, or maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not. ([livejournal.com profile] scarlettina's codicil: You may not ask me directly. Be creative about the comment you leave here.)

2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.

3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.

4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.

5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.


1) Who hasn't visited you since you moved to Seattle that you'd love to show around the town?
my niece. she's in seventh grade this year. i think in a year or two i might be able to get my sister to put her on a plane to me.

2) How do you feel about Washington State having both Democratic caucuses and primaries, but only the caucuses counting toward delegate allotment?
my tax dollars are being wasted on this circus, and i blame both the Democratic and Republican party leadership for the situation. then again, it means that i can "change my mind" after the caucuses and do the Republican primary so that i can choose a candidate for each major party. back East your party was on your voter registration card, but here i can waffle my heart out.

3) Tell me about your favorite stuffed animal from childhood.
i was a fickle kid. i didn't love any one stuffed toy to death. i had a series of favorites, and i liked to sleep in a sort of fort made of the whole collection of animals for a while. probably my most beloved is a rabbit puppet i got in lieu of candy at easter, as a teen. i slept with him all through high school and college. i always thought of it as male, but my first college roommate dubbed it Vaginal Rabbit due to the labial folds of the hole for your hand. i went on to use him to carry bottled alcoholic beverages in public. one of my friends wrote a song about VR on his guitar, which was popular at parties. VR went to Perkins. he was a sort of mascot to the theatre crowd. Vaginal Rabbit still goes on trips with me when i don't take C.

4) What destination comes next after your Grand European Tour?
we're only hitting three countries, so probably the UK or more Europe. i want to see more cities, more museums, more old "Western" culture. i want to return to places i love (like Saint-Malo) and show them to C. i'm also interested in some more national park time, here or in Canada.

5) You have the opportunity to stage manage for one of Seattle's theater companies at an astonishing pay rate and benefits that would make Microsoft feel inadequate. (This is a fantasy, okay? Stick with me here.) Which one would you choose and why?
(there is no fantasy stage management gig anywhere, because i got into stage managing to learn the ropes of directing. i often enjoyed the work when i did it, and i was damn good and highly regarded by everyone who worked with me or worked for me. i still don't care to do it again.)
Seattle Children's Theatre. i love nontraditional staging, and i love new works. SCT has both, regularly. they also dabble in many styles. (and puppets. but good puppets and not evil marionettes.) while their shows are aimed at families, they don't use child actors (as far as i know). young audiences are a challenge to start times and intermissions, but SCT is designed from the ground up to handle it, and their front of house staff is excellent. they never do A Christmas Carol. they've got great tech, and dreamy budgets. sometimes the TYA schedule is a grind, but it also guarantees short run times, early evenings, and the summer off. (and word was, when i was in the market, that it was so nice there that most of the staff had been there for over ten years. there certainly weren't any openings.)

ETA: somehow this post got piped through the Rich Text editor and i absolutely hate it. i now know it uses tags that don't work well with screen readers. i felt guilty about using bold instead of strong when composing and they're using freaking i instead of em? grrrrrrr.
ironymaiden: (cookie!)
1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, your favorite kind of sandwich, or maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not. ([livejournal.com profile] scarlettina's codicil: You may not ask me directly. Be creative about the comment you leave here.)

2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.

3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.

4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.

5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.


1) Who hasn't visited you since you moved to Seattle that you'd love to show around the town?
my niece. she's in seventh grade this year. i think in a year or two i might be able to get my sister to put her on a plane to me.

2) How do you feel about Washington State having both Democratic caucuses and primaries, but only the caucuses counting toward delegate allotment?
my tax dollars are being wasted on this circus, and i blame both the Democratic and Republican party leadership for the situation. then again, it means that i can "change my mind" after the caucuses and do the Republican primary so that i can choose a candidate for each major party. back East your party was on your voter registration card, but here i can waffle my heart out.

3) Tell me about your favorite stuffed animal from childhood.
i was a fickle kid. i didn't love any one stuffed toy to death. i had a series of favorites, and i liked to sleep in a sort of fort made of the whole collection of animals for a while. probably my most beloved is a rabbit puppet i got in lieu of candy at easter, as a teen. i slept with him all through high school and college. i always thought of it as male, but my first college roommate dubbed it Vaginal Rabbit due to the labial folds of the hole for your hand. i went on to use him to carry bottled alcoholic beverages in public. one of my friends wrote a song about VR on his guitar, which was popular at parties. VR went to Perkins. he was a sort of mascot to the theatre crowd. Vaginal Rabbit still goes on trips with me when i don't take C.

4) What destination comes next after your Grand European Tour?
we're only hitting three countries, so probably the UK or more Europe. i want to see more cities, more museums, more old "Western" culture. i want to return to places i love (like Saint-Malo) and show them to C. i'm also interested in some more national park time, here or in Canada.

5) You have the opportunity to stage manage for one of Seattle's theater companies at an astonishing pay rate and benefits that would make Microsoft feel inadequate. (This is a fantasy, okay? Stick with me here.) Which one would you choose and why?
(there is no fantasy stage management gig anywhere, because i got into stage managing to learn the ropes of directing. i often enjoyed the work when i did it, and i was damn good and highly regarded by everyone who worked with me or worked for me. i still don't care to do it again.)
Seattle Children's Theatre. i love nontraditional staging, and i love new works. SCT has both, regularly. they also dabble in many styles. (and puppets. but good puppets and not evil marionettes.) while their shows are aimed at families, they don't use child actors (as far as i know). young audiences are a challenge to start times and intermissions, but SCT is designed from the ground up to handle it, and their front of house staff is excellent. they never do A Christmas Carol. they've got great tech, and dreamy budgets. sometimes the TYA schedule is a grind, but it also guarantees short run times, early evenings, and the summer off. (and word was, when i was in the market, that it was so nice there that most of the staff had been there for over ten years. there certainly weren't any openings.)

ETA: somehow this post got piped through the Rich Text editor and i absolutely hate it. i now know it uses tags that don't work well with screen readers. i felt guilty about using bold instead of strong when composing and they're using freaking i instead of em? grrrrrrr.
ironymaiden: (hate-lust)
okay, so i can adjust a c-wrench one-handed while my legs are wrapped around the top of a ladder and the other hand is holding a lighting instrument. but this would still be mighty cool.
ironymaiden: (hate-lust)
okay, so i can adjust a c-wrench one-handed while my legs are wrapped around the top of a ladder and the other hand is holding a lighting instrument. but this would still be mighty cool.
ironymaiden: (left hand)
i was addled enough from my headache Monday to have completely forgotten that i saw Taming of the Shrew at Seattle Shakes.

Shrew is one of the "problem plays" these days. Kate's final speech makes audiences choke. (i find Measure for Measure much less palatable, but whatever.) so we are moved to couch the play in a concept that will connect with the audience. i'm generally in favor of the concept approach, as an illumination of the text and an invitation to the audience. for example, Richard III as a Hitleresque fascist pre WWII gives the audience a familiar handle on the military and political situation so that we can get on to the storytelling. this production was all male.

i admit that i was looking forward to some slashygoodness. (featuring the delectable Beethovan Oden as Bianca!) this production (a remount) is completely sexless. it's also not a power play. it's closed, so i can do all the spoiling i like. the play is done as a male rite of passage, a guy wraps up his workday, joins his friends, and they begin chanting an invocation and dressing up, do the play together, and then Kate puts on a tux and apparently heads off to get married.

the concept was seamlessly and faithfully executed. the movement and voice work was outstanding (lots of singing, chanting, and stomping.) the cast was full of explosive energy, and they kept it very clean, asexual without tipping into homophobic stereotyping. except for some dialogue spoken too rapidly (a common Shakespeare complaint of mine - saying it faster will not make it easier to follow) and some tacked on business, it was a good play.

i don't know that it was a good Taming of the Shrew though. i had a hard time following the story in the text and connecting all the relationships. of course, i've read the play, and worked with scenes from it as a student and seen several other productions. i've been trying to figure out if it left me dissatisfied because i had certain expectations, but i think i was disappointed that the director had a cool story to tell and had to hang it on an entirely different play. i wish that perhaps she had written her own. the best dialogue in the play was lost to an excellently rendered high school wrestling match.

my biggest problem though, was the stripping of all the joy from "what, with my tongue in your tail?" no sex, no power struggle, and nothing at stake. in the final speech, Kate breaks character for a moment, and then (for the first time) reverses pronouns, having been taught a Great Lesson about how men should treat women. in all the playing and grandstanding, i completely failed to observe Kate's humiliation and struggle...the cap, for example, carried no symbolic value in this world. there was no journey - Kate was always a willing, if not enthusiastic, participant in the process.

rather than taking on the difficult task of creating depth and believability in the characters and situations, director Shine skillfully sidestepped the entire play.
ironymaiden: (left hand)
i was addled enough from my headache Monday to have completely forgotten that i saw Taming of the Shrew at Seattle Shakes.

Shrew is one of the "problem plays" these days. Kate's final speech makes audiences choke. (i find Measure for Measure much less palatable, but whatever.) so we are moved to couch the play in a concept that will connect with the audience. i'm generally in favor of the concept approach, as an illumination of the text and an invitation to the audience. for example, Richard III as a Hitleresque fascist pre WWII gives the audience a familiar handle on the military and political situation so that we can get on to the storytelling. this production was all male.

i admit that i was looking forward to some slashygoodness. (featuring the delectable Beethovan Oden as Bianca!) this production (a remount) is completely sexless. it's also not a power play. it's closed, so i can do all the spoiling i like. the play is done as a male rite of passage, a guy wraps up his workday, joins his friends, and they begin chanting an invocation and dressing up, do the play together, and then Kate puts on a tux and apparently heads off to get married.

the concept was seamlessly and faithfully executed. the movement and voice work was outstanding (lots of singing, chanting, and stomping.) the cast was full of explosive energy, and they kept it very clean, asexual without tipping into homophobic stereotyping. except for some dialogue spoken too rapidly (a common Shakespeare complaint of mine - saying it faster will not make it easier to follow) and some tacked on business, it was a good play.

i don't know that it was a good Taming of the Shrew though. i had a hard time following the story in the text and connecting all the relationships. of course, i've read the play, and worked with scenes from it as a student and seen several other productions. i've been trying to figure out if it left me dissatisfied because i had certain expectations, but i think i was disappointed that the director had a cool story to tell and had to hang it on an entirely different play. i wish that perhaps she had written her own. the best dialogue in the play was lost to an excellently rendered high school wrestling match.

my biggest problem though, was the stripping of all the joy from "what, with my tongue in your tail?" no sex, no power struggle, and nothing at stake. in the final speech, Kate breaks character for a moment, and then (for the first time) reverses pronouns, having been taught a Great Lesson about how men should treat women. in all the playing and grandstanding, i completely failed to observe Kate's humiliation and struggle...the cap, for example, carried no symbolic value in this world. there was no journey - Kate was always a willing, if not enthusiastic, participant in the process.

rather than taking on the difficult task of creating depth and believability in the characters and situations, director Shine skillfully sidestepped the entire play.
ironymaiden: (reading)
i admit that i've become one of those city dwellers who is so fulfilled by that which is within the incorporated city limits that i rarely leave. while i'm appalled with two p's, it has its own freakish logic.

Friday night we were supposed to do a prisoner exchange at a Fred Meyer somewhere around Redmond, so that i could go work on the quilt and C could play at G3. having never actually ventured to said fair city, i relied on C to navigate. so we were hopelessly lost, and i was near panic as i discovered that Redmond is, in fact, one continuous shopping center. the town hall and the fire department are in the same complex as the Gap and a multiplex movie theater, and my farmgirl heart just screamed. we made our rendezvous with the help of technology, and vowed never to live there ever. EVER.

the quilt is finally basted together and Vasiliy, my friend T's russian blue cat, immediately sat in the center of it and began licking his crotch. T snapped a picture which i hope to post soon.

today we went on a trip to Vashon Island, part of the fulfillment of C's Yule gift to me of a list of experiences. [livejournal.com profile] seattle told me there was nothing to do on Vashon but ride bikes and the strawberry fest once a year, and so did our co-worker who grew up there. but being a rural girl, i thought i might be more easily amused than the jaded denizens of Oz. so we thought, hey, there should be a chamber of commerce brochure at the ferry terminal and we'll play it by ear. the ferry ride was refreshing and pleasant although brief (it takes about 15 minutes to make the crossing). we looked for info in the brochure rack on the ferry, and ended up picking up one on a Western WA winery loop that we'd like to try, and one for an alpaca farm on Camano Island that gave us fits, and has led to the change in journal title. ultimately, there is no one promoting tourism on Vashon, no signs directing you to points of interest, and no place that would serve us food between three and five PM. there was a man making hula hoops, and a bookstore that yielded a used book on altering clothes and what i think might be my next quilt pattern if i finish this one. we agreed that Bainbridge is the nearby island of choice, and after failing to get served a late lunch, went back to Seattle, where they understand us. the ferry ride home did yield jellyfish sightings, and an appearance by Mt Rainier. C took me to Pesos for what had finally become dinner, and then chocolate and a margarita, which led to activity at home that left C happily almost passed out and me disoriented and nearly late to see Julius Caesar.

Wooden O's JC was pretty okay, although the production relied on a heavy sound plot and miking, which gave out in the middle of the show, with no intermission. i was disappointed, since the company was pleasant, and my chair was unpadded. i was able to quilt on and off throughout, so i'm hopeful that if i keep dragging it with me places i won't be working on it forever.
ironymaiden: (reading)
i admit that i've become one of those city dwellers who is so fulfilled by that which is within the incorporated city limits that i rarely leave. while i'm appalled with two p's, it has its own freakish logic.

Friday night we were supposed to do a prisoner exchange at a Fred Meyer somewhere around Redmond, so that i could go work on the quilt and C could play at G3. having never actually ventured to said fair city, i relied on C to navigate. so we were hopelessly lost, and i was near panic as i discovered that Redmond is, in fact, one continuous shopping center. the town hall and the fire department are in the same complex as the Gap and a multiplex movie theater, and my farmgirl heart just screamed. we made our rendezvous with the help of technology, and vowed never to live there ever. EVER.

the quilt is finally basted together and Vasiliy, my friend T's russian blue cat, immediately sat in the center of it and began licking his crotch. T snapped a picture which i hope to post soon.

today we went on a trip to Vashon Island, part of the fulfillment of C's Yule gift to me of a list of experiences. [livejournal.com profile] seattle told me there was nothing to do on Vashon but ride bikes and the strawberry fest once a year, and so did our co-worker who grew up there. but being a rural girl, i thought i might be more easily amused than the jaded denizens of Oz. so we thought, hey, there should be a chamber of commerce brochure at the ferry terminal and we'll play it by ear. the ferry ride was refreshing and pleasant although brief (it takes about 15 minutes to make the crossing). we looked for info in the brochure rack on the ferry, and ended up picking up one on a Western WA winery loop that we'd like to try, and one for an alpaca farm on Camano Island that gave us fits, and has led to the change in journal title. ultimately, there is no one promoting tourism on Vashon, no signs directing you to points of interest, and no place that would serve us food between three and five PM. there was a man making hula hoops, and a bookstore that yielded a used book on altering clothes and what i think might be my next quilt pattern if i finish this one. we agreed that Bainbridge is the nearby island of choice, and after failing to get served a late lunch, went back to Seattle, where they understand us. the ferry ride home did yield jellyfish sightings, and an appearance by Mt Rainier. C took me to Pesos for what had finally become dinner, and then chocolate and a margarita, which led to activity at home that left C happily almost passed out and me disoriented and nearly late to see Julius Caesar.

Wooden O's JC was pretty okay, although the production relied on a heavy sound plot and miking, which gave out in the middle of the show, with no intermission. i was disappointed, since the company was pleasant, and my chair was unpadded. i was able to quilt on and off throughout, so i'm hopeful that if i keep dragging it with me places i won't be working on it forever.
ironymaiden: (WoC)
Satan's* friend scored tix to 21 Dog Years on Thursday, and since that friend got them from the Mike Daisey, we went out with him afterwards. nice guy, fun show. he talks about how on internet time, the old timers have worked at the company for six months. i was at work this morning (still catching up from illness) and having a talk with my new minion, who is taking over my most annoying client; here i was indeed, explaining how we did things a whole five months ago and how we've come so far since then. also of note was sharing that longing with Mike for a "regular" life with "regular" hours and health insurance. no human experience is unique.

C and i went to Seattle Cooks! and threw ketosis out the window. we had tidbits of everything from avocodo oil to raw oysters to apricot jalapeno spread to earl grey chocolate truffles. i don't think it was quite as big this year (no whole octopus), but there were ample samples of the best. ice cream cake. ever. i wasn't entirely thrilled, until we sat down and watched a chocolate demo with Chef Gabriel from Culinary Communion. not only is he a good teacher, but he was tossing out where to buy all the ingredients for cheap in Seattle. AND he was talking chemistry (chocolate hardens when the molecules align, marble is endothermic, etc), WHICH I LOVE, and explaining how to temperature test chocolate by feel rather than with a candy thermometer. i absolutely adore Williams-Sonoma peppermint bark, and he showed how to make the stuff ($25 the pound) for about $4 in materials and 15 minutes of labor. *sigh* and afterwards we got to walk up on stage, ask questions, and eat. i'm all ready for someone to buy me one of his classes.
we got a deal of swag too, but many of the take homes were carb-o-licious (bags of rice, potatoes, two slice packets of bread) so we mostly got brochures and recipes. and a sweet Cafe Vita sticker.

i was hoping to finally see Dracula tonight, but it was all sold out, so Ticket/Ticket man hooked us up for tomorrow's matinee. (i refuse to feel guilty about my discount tix because it should have been free, passes for volunteers my ass.) it'll be a busy time between that and Sneak Film, but that's okay. C is going back to writing and i have the new Matt Ruff to dig into.

*he felt that i resented him after the Tibetans took over Cinerama on pay-what-you-can night. i was fine, really. but i'm glad i saw the play and it's hella fun to tease him.
ironymaiden: (WoC)
Satan's* friend scored tix to 21 Dog Years on Thursday, and since that friend got them from the Mike Daisey, we went out with him afterwards. nice guy, fun show. he talks about how on internet time, the old timers have worked at the company for six months. i was at work this morning (still catching up from illness) and having a talk with my new minion, who is taking over my most annoying client; here i was indeed, explaining how we did things a whole five months ago and how we've come so far since then. also of note was sharing that longing with Mike for a "regular" life with "regular" hours and health insurance. no human experience is unique.

C and i went to Seattle Cooks! and threw ketosis out the window. we had tidbits of everything from avocodo oil to raw oysters to apricot jalapeno spread to earl grey chocolate truffles. i don't think it was quite as big this year (no whole octopus), but there were ample samples of the best. ice cream cake. ever. i wasn't entirely thrilled, until we sat down and watched a chocolate demo with Chef Gabriel from Culinary Communion. not only is he a good teacher, but he was tossing out where to buy all the ingredients for cheap in Seattle. AND he was talking chemistry (chocolate hardens when the molecules align, marble is endothermic, etc), WHICH I LOVE, and explaining how to temperature test chocolate by feel rather than with a candy thermometer. i absolutely adore Williams-Sonoma peppermint bark, and he showed how to make the stuff ($25 the pound) for about $4 in materials and 15 minutes of labor. *sigh* and afterwards we got to walk up on stage, ask questions, and eat. i'm all ready for someone to buy me one of his classes.
we got a deal of swag too, but many of the take homes were carb-o-licious (bags of rice, potatoes, two slice packets of bread) so we mostly got brochures and recipes. and a sweet Cafe Vita sticker.

i was hoping to finally see Dracula tonight, but it was all sold out, so Ticket/Ticket man hooked us up for tomorrow's matinee. (i refuse to feel guilty about my discount tix because it should have been free, passes for volunteers my ass.) it'll be a busy time between that and Sneak Film, but that's okay. C is going back to writing and i have the new Matt Ruff to dig into.

*he felt that i resented him after the Tibetans took over Cinerama on pay-what-you-can night. i was fine, really. but i'm glad i saw the play and it's hella fun to tease him.
ironymaiden: (Default)
had a great time Sat at the Rep seeing Misalliance. it was better and funnier than i expected and the almost three hours pretty much flew by. i feel inspired to look back at Shaw again; this one had some really pithy lines, and of course i can't remember them (that's what i keep C for). my companions were in high spirits, sleep deprived or not. i was really happy to turn heads in the tie skirt again, and [livejournal.com profile] scifigal and [livejournal.com profile] frabjousdave were looking pretty fine themselves.

the set had this wacked out house that was in forced perspective and playhouse sized, but everyone walked in and out of it (whole walls were doors) as if it was full sized. and i still don't know what was up with the rabbit holes. still, there was some great stuff about empire and what philanthropy does for society, along with the usual old men chasing young women who happen to be more brazen than pure. pretty solid ensemble work, good timing, and general avoidance of mugging (no Larry Ballard this time). a good waste of an evening.

C caught up with us at McMenamins, where we got to hang out for quite a long time before anyone noticed us. next time i need a pleasant warm place to sit for free, i'll remember that. there was a lot of pointing and gesturing and i hope the drivers got home safe between lack of sleep and presence of alcohol. we came home and failed to go to sleep for a few hours more.

yay standard time.

it's my turn to make dinner.
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had a great time Sat at the Rep seeing Misalliance. it was better and funnier than i expected and the almost three hours pretty much flew by. i feel inspired to look back at Shaw again; this one had some really pithy lines, and of course i can't remember them (that's what i keep C for). my companions were in high spirits, sleep deprived or not. i was really happy to turn heads in the tie skirt again, and [livejournal.com profile] scifigal and [livejournal.com profile] frabjousdave were looking pretty fine themselves.

the set had this wacked out house that was in forced perspective and playhouse sized, but everyone walked in and out of it (whole walls were doors) as if it was full sized. and i still don't know what was up with the rabbit holes. still, there was some great stuff about empire and what philanthropy does for society, along with the usual old men chasing young women who happen to be more brazen than pure. pretty solid ensemble work, good timing, and general avoidance of mugging (no Larry Ballard this time). a good waste of an evening.

C caught up with us at McMenamins, where we got to hang out for quite a long time before anyone noticed us. next time i need a pleasant warm place to sit for free, i'll remember that. there was a lot of pointing and gesturing and i hope the drivers got home safe between lack of sleep and presence of alcohol. we came home and failed to go to sleep for a few hours more.

yay standard time.

it's my turn to make dinner.
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we hung last night, and finished the hang and did circuiting tonight. goddamned everything i got assigned had to be yoked out (so i was holding a lighting unit over my head with one hand and wielding a c-wrench with the other, while standing at the top of a rickety ladder and looking up at what i was doing) my arms ache, my hands are covered in graphite and sharpie, my eyes are crusty with dust from the pipes - i feel great. i wasn't as fancy and speedy as i wanted to be...damn job, taking up my valuable time and energy...but i think they don't think i'm stupid, and the LD hoped to see me at previews or opening night, so yay. i hung the backlight, and the hand special, among other things, so i do have the i joy of saying - "i did this."

must complete insurance forms and shower before collapse.

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