bleh, Monday.

I hate Mondays. They are long and exhausting and I don't have time for proper meals. My social and mental batteries are running low after this weekend, so I have been stupid all day. And now I am fighting off a generally shit mood with the classical equivalent of heavy metal, since the canned anger in real metal just made me laugh bitterly. Yeah, one of those moods.

I feel like a Stendhal character. "And then a BLACK RAGE SEIZED HIM and he threw a servant out the window without knowing why. The diversions of polite society disgusted him; only the sublime strains of Beethoven could distract him from the misanthropy brewing in his soul. Without even articulating the thought to himself, he was longing for a kindred spirit with whom he could share his elevated sentiments and spurn the crude vanities of the rest of the world. Then he threw another servant out the window, just because, and set something on fire for good measure." I don't know if any of Stendhal's characters ever had a Beethoven fetish, but they should, because talk about toeing the line between sublime and demented.

I can't tell if Theatre Prof thinks all his students are idiots or not. He definitely doesn't want to think we're idiots, but sometimes I get the impression that he does despite himself. Really we're all just mystified by avant-garde theatre. Hopefully he will have a better opinion of us after we see Les Naufragés du Fol Espoir--I already scored geek points for being able to guess which two Austrian archdukes show up in the play. (One has a band named after him and the other gets groped onstage by Death eight times a week.) And then I fangirled Tom Stoppard after class, much to the prof's bemusement.

See, he told us that Les Naufragés du Fol Espoir is, very loosely, based on European utopianism from 1870 to 1914. And--right there in the title--it has a gigantic voyage/shipwreck theme. I might possibly have done an incoherent spaz right there in the middle of class and begged to compare it to Coast of Utopia. The prof's English isn't so good, but he copied down the title, not without mishap: "The, what did you say? Curse of Utopia?" I think my enthusiasm scared him a little.

So for once I am salivating over a play I'm going to see for this class. Maybe--maybe--this will make up for A Trainwreck Named Desire.

bleh, Monday.

I hate Mondays. They are long and exhausting and I don't have time for proper meals. My social and mental batteries are running low after this weekend, so I have been stupid all day. And now I am fighting off a generally shit mood with the classical equivalent of heavy metal, since the canned anger in real metal just made me laugh bitterly. Yeah, one of those moods.

I feel like a Stendhal character. "And then a BLACK RAGE SEIZED HIM and he threw a servant out the window without knowing why. The diversions of polite society disgusted him; only the sublime strains of Beethoven could distract him from the misanthropy brewing in his soul. Without even articulating the thought to himself, he was longing for a kindred spirit with whom he could share his elevated sentiments and spurn the crude vanities of the rest of the world. Then he threw another servant out the window, just because, and set something on fire for good measure." I don't know if any of Stendhal's characters ever had a Beethoven fetish, but they should, because talk about toeing the line between sublime and demented.

I can't tell if Theatre Prof thinks all his students are idiots or not. He definitely doesn't want to think we're idiots, but sometimes I get the impression that he does despite himself. Really we're all just mystified by avant-garde theatre. Hopefully he will have a better opinion of us after we see Les Naufragés du Fol Espoir--I already scored geek points for being able to guess which two Austrian archdukes show up in the play. (One has a band named after him and the other gets groped onstage by Death eight times a week.) And then I fangirled Tom Stoppard after class, much to the prof's bemusement.

See, he told us that Les Naufragés du Fol Espoir is, very loosely, based on European utopianism from 1870 to 1914. And--right there in the title--it has a gigantic voyage/shipwreck theme. I might possibly have done an incoherent spaz right there in the middle of class and begged to compare it to Coast of Utopia. The prof's English isn't so good, but he copied down the title, not without mishap: "The, what did you say? Curse of Utopia?" I think my enthusiasm scared him a little.

So for once I am salivating over a play I'm going to see for this class. Maybe--maybe--this will make up for A Trainwreck Named Desire.

Quick and easy sense of satisfaction to the rescue!

Okay, no longer feeling misanthropic and Stendhalian. *g* It's funny the little things that can cheer you up. My two pairs of Expensive Shoes, the combat boots and the super-comfortable Easy Spirit flats that go with everything, were both getting disgracefully scuffed--I couldn't even wear the flats with anything nicer than my ratty black jeans, because the contrast would've been too painful. So today I sat down with a damp washcloth and a tube of shoe polish and gave both pairs a good spit-shine. Now the flats are black again and the boots are shiny and I'm happy.

Quick and easy sense of satisfaction to the rescue!

Okay, no longer feeling misanthropic and Stendhalian. *g* It's funny the little things that can cheer you up. My two pairs of Expensive Shoes, the combat boots and the super-comfortable Easy Spirit flats that go with everything, were both getting disgracefully scuffed--I couldn't even wear the flats with anything nicer than my ratty black jeans, because the contrast would've been too painful. So today I sat down with a damp washcloth and a tube of shoe polish and gave both pairs a good spit-shine. Now the flats are black again and the boots are shiny and I'm happy.

SAVE MEEEEE (or my bandwidth)

OH GOD Sic Transit Opera Mundi, the blog that consists of nothing but links to pirated opera and classical music, has an lj feed: sictransitopera. THERE GOES MY HARD DRIVE. I have only survived this long because I periodically forget that blog exists.

Also, Operabase might be the coolest thing ever. Can't there be something like this for musical theatre?

SAVE MEEEEE (or my bandwidth)

OH GOD Sic Transit Opera Mundi, the blog that consists of nothing but links to pirated opera and classical music, has an lj feed: sictransitopera. THERE GOES MY HARD DRIVE. I have only survived this long because I periodically forget that blog exists.

Also, Operabase might be the coolest thing ever. Can't there be something like this for musical theatre?