et in Arcadia ego
Apr. 25th, 2004 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ironymaidenTom Stoppard is the Dennis Miller of playwrights, a delight to the widely read and quick of thought, a frustrating bore to anyone who can't keep up, and a pretentious snot to others. i don't love the entire body of Stoppard's work, but Arcadia is a gem, a combination of science, literature, and personalities that strokes me in all the places that make me squeal with delight.
I saw an excellent production at CHAC on Friday, whose directing and acting overcame limitations of budget and dialect to give me hope in the Seattle indie theatre scene again. i thought the story was exceedingly well-told, although since i've seen the show 20+ times i can't be positive...still, the folks across the thrust from me were definitely engaged for three hours. any quibbles i had with the production came from my familiarity with the material and dialect snobbery (which is ultimately minor and i won't rant about here because it just leads to eye-rolling). the run has been extended and i encourage anyone near Seattle who might be interested in the intersection of gardening, thermodynamics, and Byron to go. (and sex, of course.) a steal at $15.
C and i saw the show with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frabjousdave and Matt & Lisa. i think if someone had told me i'd be eating pizza and arguing over the first names of the Bee Gees with Matt two years ago i'd have asked to have some of what they were smoking. we compared moving stories and shared our disinterest in living on Capitol Hill and joy in Queen Anne. sigh.
Saturday C and i had breakfast at the Five Point and planned a three-opera adaptation of Dune (from a bit of the previous night's conversation). we imagined that each one would have a different POV character - part one being filtered through Leto, two through Jessica, and three through Paul. of course, Paul has to be a key element in each, but it allows him to grow and change in voicing - he would be a pants role in part one, a tenor in part two, and a baritone or bass in part three...C argues that he needs to have a voice range that is rarely associated with goodness and leadership when he is running a bloody jihad and being a scary visionary. i was tripping on sandworm puppets and the Spacing Guild, CHOAM, and the Bene Gesserit as choruses.
i did some more auditioning at Laney's house, and then grabbed C and ran off to WotC store clearance on a hot tip fromweahawk. alas, there was little of interest left by the time we got there. and we discovered that the Bon's toy store is gone.
after we came home we went on a walk to the library. little did we know that they close at six on Saturday. still, we stopped in Cafe Bella (5th avenue under the monorail, just steps from Chief Seattle), and it is filled with comfy chairs and has many board games to play. we shall return and linger.
dinner at Minnie's.
actual stargazing lying in the bowl of the International Fountain, listening to teenagers laugh while they danced to a boom box playing Cab Calloway.
the light show was running outside the opera house and the tuba guy was playing.
today, i have discovered that the tiles in the shower are white. i have a lot of scrubbing to do.
I saw an excellent production at CHAC on Friday, whose directing and acting overcame limitations of budget and dialect to give me hope in the Seattle indie theatre scene again. i thought the story was exceedingly well-told, although since i've seen the show 20+ times i can't be positive...still, the folks across the thrust from me were definitely engaged for three hours. any quibbles i had with the production came from my familiarity with the material and dialect snobbery (which is ultimately minor and i won't rant about here because it just leads to eye-rolling). the run has been extended and i encourage anyone near Seattle who might be interested in the intersection of gardening, thermodynamics, and Byron to go. (and sex, of course.) a steal at $15.
C and i saw the show with
frabjousdave and Matt & Lisa. i think if someone had told me i'd be eating pizza and arguing over the first names of the Bee Gees with Matt two years ago i'd have asked to have some of what they were smoking. we compared moving stories and shared our disinterest in living on Capitol Hill and joy in Queen Anne. sigh.Saturday C and i had breakfast at the Five Point and planned a three-opera adaptation of Dune (from a bit of the previous night's conversation). we imagined that each one would have a different POV character - part one being filtered through Leto, two through Jessica, and three through Paul. of course, Paul has to be a key element in each, but it allows him to grow and change in voicing - he would be a pants role in part one, a tenor in part two, and a baritone or bass in part three...C argues that he needs to have a voice range that is rarely associated with goodness and leadership when he is running a bloody jihad and being a scary visionary. i was tripping on sandworm puppets and the Spacing Guild, CHOAM, and the Bene Gesserit as choruses.
i did some more auditioning at Laney's house, and then grabbed C and ran off to WotC store clearance on a hot tip from
weahawk. alas, there was little of interest left by the time we got there. and we discovered that the Bon's toy store is gone. after we came home we went on a walk to the library. little did we know that they close at six on Saturday. still, we stopped in Cafe Bella (5th avenue under the monorail, just steps from Chief Seattle), and it is filled with comfy chairs and has many board games to play. we shall return and linger.
dinner at Minnie's.
actual stargazing lying in the bowl of the International Fountain, listening to teenagers laugh while they danced to a boom box playing Cab Calloway.
the light show was running outside the opera house and the tuba guy was playing.
today, i have discovered that the tiles in the shower are white. i have a lot of scrubbing to do.
