NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GAWAIN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Laaaaaaa la la. So I guess things and people are going places, I don't know?

...XD

No. Er. Found out today that the parentals are almost certainly coming out to Minneapolis on Sunday, which makes for much w00t, as this means that they will be a-seeing When We Are Married, so am rather yay about that. Remains to be seen whether Brendan and Jolly will also be arriving. Aaaand the family's doing the visit family in California deal later in July; sounds like I might be flying out to join them for a few days? I'm kind of cool with that. Yar.

And I think am also nearly at the end of extended internship. Which seems very strange. Don't know, though, as I'm not sure what-all more is going down with this piece, and whether I ought to be around with that or not. Because could probably be mostly done via e-mail, but do not know. Er. Anyway. Around for another week, at least. Otherwise, we shall see.

Ended up talking to Ye Olde Miser for, ah, three hours last night. Which was kind of excellent. XD And probably a very good thing, as brain was in obsess over article-piece-callitwhatnot mode. Which is not useful, no-sir.

God, I'm dense. I just now realized... hrm.

THING OF AWESOMENESS? Bloodlines starting soon. Also generally think about things-related and doing some backstory type things. And reading things. And a brief appearance by Gawain (and thank-you thank-you thank-you again, you, for that threadage, there :D).

Emmmmmmm. Going back to the theatre to watch a bit of tech rehearsal tonight. Because it can be done, and am intrigued. They seem to've made it through the full play, so shall see what they go back and do with it. WILL BE FUN TIMES.

Brain-brain-brain-brain-brain.

( There is no reason for me to include this so clearly I will include it. )

THE STUDY GUIDE. IT LIVES. IN ONLINE FORM.

It is still in need of edits and such (not to mention production information, bu-ut that doesn't so much seem to come until after tech time, which is fair enough, so eh), particularly given the fact that it was only put into graphic-ified form during the yesterday and today time (major win to the designer for getting everything together within the time, yes). But goddamnit, it does at last exist. And this makes for happy. And cannot claim credit for the synopsis/character and act summary or the biography, and there was certainly input all along the way, but pretty much the rest of the content and its organization (er, not graphic organization, obviously, as am not graphic designer, but you get the idea)? Right. Well. Anyway.

So that's part of what I've been doing? Pared down likewhoa because ahhhh giving out information overload doesn't usually work so well. Glossary sooo drastically cut. SIGH. XD Except, you know, it's cool. Was used elsewhere, and even if not? The information. It is helpful to have. But yes.

Previews begin on Saturday. Goddamn. And opening the Friday following. Going to attempt to catch more bits of tech rehearsal between now and then, dress run if possible. We shall see.

And now to get this bloody piece on farce written. Not that I don't want to do it. I do, and I like the basic idea of the original thought... just haven't figured the best way of expanding beyond that. As is desired and makes sense, yes. May have a better way, now? But I do not know. Shall type that one out later and see. Compare, like. It's all basically reordering and then writing to suit the structure annnnnnnnd so on. Got to think lighter, there. Hrn. HRRRRRRRRN.

Brain, get your game on. Come on, now.

Excerpts from the poetry of Charles Baudelaire, as translated by Wallace Fowlie.


These curses, blasphemies, complaints
These ecstasies, cries, tears, there Te Deums,
Are an echo repeated by a thousand labyrinths;
They are for the hearts of men a divine opium.

It is a cry repeated by a thousand sentinels,
An order returned by a thousand loud-speakers;
It is a beacon lighted on a thousand citadels,
A call of hunters lost in the deep woods!

For it is in truth, O Lord, the best testimonial
We can give of our dignity--
This ardent sobbing which rolls from age to age
And comes to die at the edge of your eternity!

-Beacons


Now I have touched the autumn of my mind,
And I must use the spade and rakes
To assemble again the drenched lands,
Where the water digs holes as large as graves.

And who knows whether the new flowers I dream of
Will find in this soil washed like a shore
The mystic food which would create their strength?

-The Enemy


And nothing, neither your love, nor the boudoir, nor the hearth,
Is worth as much to me as the sun shining over the sea.

-Song of Autumn


I am the vampire of my own heart
--One of the deserted men
Condemned to eternal laughter,
And who can no longer smile!

-Heautontimoroumenos


Free man, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite rolling of its surface,
And your spirit is not a less bitter abyss.

You take pleasure in plunging into the heart of your image;
You embrace it with your eyes and your arms, and your heart
At times forgets its own rhythm
In the noise of that wild and tameless complaint.

-Man and the Sea


One damned descending without lamp,
On the edge of an abyss whose stench
Betrays the wet depths
Of endless stairways with no rail.

-The Irremediable

AHHHHHHHAHA. Part of a Long Story is up on eoneill.com. Ahhhhhhhaha. Having access to this book makes me very happy. Obviously, real-book is preferable to internet-book, but you know what? I won't argue about that in this case. Because it is AVAILABLE. And this is a good thing.

That book. Is so terribly entertaining. Not to mention depressing in its ways, but what the hell ever.

OH HI NEGLECTED JOURNAL THING.

My head has been you know wherever. Which is fine. Because here I'm apparently either talking about the drear-details of whatever the hell I've been doing or throwing a few words at the screen and mostly just not talking about a lot of things or anything that even starts to get into the matter of anything so, hey, what the hell. No great loss.

Also, I guess I was about yea close to an auto-accident today? As in I'm going to make a left turn on a green light, and some ve-hicle ran its light through the intersection. From my left, you know. Definitely didn't see it coming, which is you know my own fault for not checking every which way before going? But I didn't exactly leap out, and ahhh yeah. That was almost a very bad thing.

But wasn't so, you know. Whatever. Just odd, or feels like it maybe ought to seem odd.

...I don't think I've ever noticed quite so many veins in my feet. As I've noticed just now.

Have been reading plays. Not as many as perhaps I should, but ah well. A step in the right direction, or something. Something non-Priestley? Though Priestley and the Edwardians were mentioned in one, oy. Shepard's A Lie of the Mind definitely wins. Did finally read A Look Back in Anger. Figured Gross Indecency would be a sensible call, given the upcoming Earnest. And a Churchill. And whatever was before that, I don't know. But yay.

I have also taken to tossing the l'il-distraction-chicken in the air as I walk around the Guthrie offices. Makes for a good time. And, you know. Tossing small fuzzy chicken, chick, pollito in the air. Rad.

About half of the study guide has been sent to the graphic designer. The other half is mostly ready (so far as am aware, and guess I can't say on the couple of bits that are not to be of me-own construction), should get possibly a couple more parts along in the morning. Re-formatting was a grand time, lemme tell ya. Successful, anyrate. And have statements from three designers, and the director's is presumably around somewhere. So whoo.

Bookshop hours o' work have doubled since the beginning set. This makes me rather happy on a number of levels. And is part of the hey-o, bookshop now open every day of the week. Whoo and whoo. So there's that tomorrow an Tuesday, which clearly means party. As do tech rehearsals. Will need to track down lighting designer Tuesday evening. And then hopefully watch for a while, maybe a bit then, then on Wednesday, whenever-all. Eenterigued.

Oh, hell. Watched the first two episodes of Deadwood. Um, yes? Will not say much here and now because am ... and all, bu-ut yes. Finding more. Good times. Only complaint'd be the cursing. Which is... possibly a bit odd? XD I mean, I am ALL for cursing, but it just seems very... gratuitous and often more distracting than not. But je ne sais pas, who am I to say, eh?

Thing I need to do: cut it with the rampant use of the word "absolutely." Fie.

Dates are actually starting to be set. I'll be leaving Minneapolis at the end of July, heading out to Baltimore on August 21st. Whoo. Plans. Don't know when the extended internship is technically going to end but, hey, y'knowwwww... whatevahs. >.> I rather enjoy this intern-not intern status.

Ehn. It's been real.



From Sam Shepard's A Lie of the Mind...

"If something breaks--broken. If something broken--parts still--stay. Parts still float. For a while. Then gone. Maybe never come--back. Together. Maybe never."

"I don't worry anymore where anybody is. I don't think about that. Anybody can move wherever they want. I just try to keep track of my own movement these days. That's enough. have you ever tried that? To follow yourself around? Like a spy. You can wind up anywhere. It's amazing. Like, just now I caught myself shaving. I was right over there. Shaving my face. I didn't know I was doing that until just now. It's kinda scary, ya know. ... I mean there's a possibility that you could do something you didn't even know about."

"I don't know. I get them mixed. I get the thought. Mixed. It dangles. Sometimes the thought just hangs with no words there."

"There's this thing--this thing in my head. This thing that the next moment--the moment right after this one will--blow up. Explode with a voice. A scream from a voice I don't know. Or a voice I knew once but now it's changed. It doesn't know me either. Now. It used to but not now. I've scared it into something else. Another form. A whole other person who doesn't see me anymore. Who doesn't even remember that we knew each other once."

Sooo, if tomorrow's feeling like today? I think I may just live at the theatre. Or maybe live at the theatre for a while, then visit the bookstore in that one place. YES, THAT ONE PLACE. Because it is too motherfuckin' hot, and I usually like the warm and all but ahhh yeah. No air conditioning plus no real circulation (although I have desk fan now, and think this is the first time I've ever been glad of a fan's presence >.>) plus Minneapolis I guess deciding that upper nineties are awesome equal zany fun.

Okay.

It is four thirty in the morning.

It is something like 75 degrees, and probably warmer in this room.

And the woman-who-owns-house is talking to her dog in the hallway. And the dog jingles when it walks, because it has one of those fucking collars.

All I am saying is, this is a little bit irksome. I mean, whatever, ut's her house, but ahhhh, not so much helping.

Okay.

Just so we're clear.

SHOCKINGLY, productivity hasn't been terrifically high. Did get to do the bookshop time today, though, so whoo on that. Er-rm. Considering trying to score a rush ticket for Intelligent Homosexual, just to see it in post-particular-preview form. But I do not know. Suppose we shall see.

Nnnnn brain.

HELLO SUN

HELLO BIRDS

Hehe... birds.

So-o bookshop work today included

-Three hours of climbing (as in, I'm rather surprised that I didn't fall and break my back or something XD) over and around the behind-counter shelves (on which the majority of the books cataloged online are stored) so as to be rid of gaps and open mucho shelf space for more cataloging. WHOO. Moving the boxes around on the floor was like a magical puzzle of headache, but whatevvvvahs. This allowed for much glancing over random books. YAY.
-Making book shiny-pretty and happy. :D
-H.G. Wells and the happy pictures? XD
-Etc. etc.?

OKAY. So then there was this woman...

Erm, how many of you have seen any Black Books? By which I mean have seen the first episode? Because you know the "leather-bound pounds" incident? That pretty much happened. Only I was (sort of) well-behaved because, ah, it isn't my shop.

But no. This woman walks up to the counter and is all looking at the books that we have to the side of/behind the counter. A whole lot of very snazzy, old-rare and, y'know, expensive type sets. Along with a couple of books that I've been afraid to touch because, um, seriously. They're all old and very awesome but also look like they might kind of do some falling apart and that would be SAD and I get all nervous. And anyway. Fuck, I'm easily sidetracked. Um. So this woman...

This woman asks, "Are these books bound in real leather?" (Or something very like that.) And I think I almost fell over. I did kind of look at her going ...? for a few moments before telling her that, yes, most of them were, so far as I'm aware.

So then she wanted to go behind the counter for a looksie. And I explained that we didn't allow people back there, but I could pull things for her, read off titles. At which point, "Oh, I don't really care about the titles. I just want the leather look."

At which point, on my end, a longer ......... and a nearly-made sarcastic remark.

She didn't buy anything. I can't say that I'm particularly sad about this. Apparently, the books in which she was interested were too big. Oh damn. Maybe now they'll have to wait and go to someone who wants them for WHO THEY ARE.

Um, anyway. XD So that was that one. She beats the girl who, having glanced around the shop (and it's a small shop, kids) and while standing beside the poetry, asked, "Do you have any poem books?" Only at first I thought she'd said "palm books"... and did have someone come in the other day asking whether there is anyone in town who read auras?, so it was possible, and all. But, yes, "poem books." I gestured toward the shelf beside her and said right there. And she proceeded to look on the other side of the case. At which point I gestured again with a er, no, right...right beside you. And managed not to add a "dur" or a "dumbass." So there.

That could have been told better. But it wasn't. Deal.

Then there was the girl looking for that Twilight thing. Which we emphatically do not have. The women looking for random romance novels. Which we also emphatically do not have. And so on and so forth.

This job maketh me happy.

It is fucking hot. But this is better than like negative A MILLION cold.

Za da duh duh duh duh... ZAH!


Edit-edit. Also, The Further Adventures of Hedda Gabler? Nice. Overall, eenteresting, at least. And I am amused.

So, hey, now when I ask myself 'Wait, how old am I?' I'll actually be correct in responding to myself with a resounding 'twenty-three.' Only I'll probably just start saying 'twenty-four.' I think I already kind of have. I don't know where I got a year ahead of myself, but I do believe that this can only end in confusion.

Anyrate. Yesterday was the day known as mein birthday. Just for the record. And the more important point along that line is that it was Igor Stravinsky.

Stravinsky, you are one awesome dude, and if I could choose any piece to play, it would totally be either Firebird or Rites of Spring. Both. Because Stravinsky is just awesome enough to be given that allowance.

He also receives an allowance of two bits every week and a half, on the nose.

Library-dwelling is quite rad. And I realized something... The bookshop job? Doesn't make me nervous. Usually, I need to do some sort of extensive mental prep work or whatever before working. As in the worry starts the day before. This... doesn't happen. I just go, and then it's enjoyable. This is strange. It is, however, a positive kind of strange. Erm. Guide still going quite well. Closer still. Zay. And have tickets to see My Father's Bookshelf on Sunday. So I should probably remember to do that, and make sure I remember when Sunday is. Just like if I keep reminding myself that it's going-into-Thursday, I'll remember to go from Guthrie to bookshop rather than just Guthrie remain at Guthrie.

Have not finished editing the director's meet and greet transcript. Blast. That may occur in the morning, depending on how well the glossary/etc.-editing goes, and when I get to the place of theatre. And I don't know why I'm babbling on about any of this because one of it really matters at all.

Which is true enough of most everything so, hey, what the hell.

And I really feel like I ought to add, just because: FUCK.

Yeah, that's better.

Fuckin' 'ell.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh GUYS. :D Potter RPing. Can has it. AH.

Going to be playing ex-Auror Stafford Savage at Bloodlines on insanejournal. Game looks-to-be all kinds of fun, and good-damn, is there ever a lot of information to look through (for a dim brain like this one, but what the hell, the mucho info is a GOOD thing). Have wanted to see what's up with Savage for a while so, ah, yeeeeeeeee. (Also, this will hopefully make brain go click and do more of the writing, which would be ni-ice on any level...) Savage is a little fucked in the head. Savage used him some Unforgivables, and they did not agree with his brain. Savage was just recently released from el hospital.

These things do happen.

Oh, all, for a basic sense of Savage (that is, the various bits that sort of roil around into him; their sense will probably be goatfucked in this, and I do apologize to, er, each and every component)? Mix Faulker (particularly Sanctuary and The Sound and the Fury), the second piano concerto de Saint-Saens, Metallica and a bit of Disturbed, and a whole lot of shattered glass.

WHOO.

Anyway. Thefting and posting the pimpage infos. Because you KNOW you're intrigued. Or, um, YOU SHOULD BE. Clearly. >.> ...come play?

( RP madness, WHOO. )


Edit-edit. ALSO I finished reading Tortilla Flat erm... not yesterday, but whatever came before yesterday, and now get to read some shiny new Faulkner. :D

And am on maybe-approaching final (as can be? XD) edits for most of the study guide sections. It is coming together, whoo WHOO.

...WHOO.

I SHOULD NOT BRING MY LAPTOP

I ALSO SHOULD PROBABLY GO INTO THE OFFICE AND STOP SITTING IN THE HUB-PLACE

BUT THIS IS A NICE COUCH

And logic and I, we are not on such fond terms.



Edit-edit. AH. AH. AH. Okay, now I um clearly need to go home so as to do completely not Priestley-related things because clearly RP-things = tres important and AH. AH. Auror-MADNESS.

Also, that was an odd but not bad encounter.

Also, I may be on crack. Also, it is barrel of monkeys (sorry, canimals) day. WHOO. Also listen to music while working. AND NOW I AM GOING TO BEHAVE AND GO BACK TO QUOTE-THINGING. YAY.