Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
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I need another Sunday...

I don't know what the hell is up with my iTunes, but it's really intent on playing only the most depressing music I have on my computer and it's getting me down, but I don't want to dedicate my ears to a specific artist right now. I could put in a mix CD but I'd have to get off the couch, so... no.

This weekend was unexpectedly packed to the gills. As previously mentioned, we went to Bodyworlds at 3:00 in the a.m. and I'm still not really at peace with it. It's a really reverent, respectful, and informative exhibit. It puts into perspective what a miracle and masterpiece the human body is; however, I'm not used to really thinking of myself as a series of organs and systems. I'm also not used to seeing dead people adopting very lively, artful poses without their skin/muscles/organs where they should be. Also, whoever makes those plasticates... whoever has that job... do they have a girlfriend/boyfriend? Y'know, they could be Prince motherfucking Charming in the flesh, and I couldn't ... no. Ew. No.

I feel so... mortal, and it bothers me that I'm spending my life worrying about whether or not the J-school is going to discontinue my equipment rental priviledges this semester because I haven't returned the camera yet. Seriously, what the hell? Shouldn't I be spending my short life exploring the world and living in every way possible instead of spending my time avoiding my drafting project and worrying about ridiculous minutiae?

Wow! How did that happen? We need to change the subject before I really dive off the deep end into the emo-pool!

After going to bed at 5:30 in the morning on Saturday, Sandy and I woke up and went to the matinee performance of A Christmas Carol at the Guthrie. We were waiting in line for rush tickets when a guy came up with two ($52 dollar, floor-level stage left!) tickets, explained two of his kids got sick, and offered them to whoever in line wanted them. I said we were poor college students and he just gave them to us. We offered to pay him, but he wouldn't take it. He just said "Merry Christmas" and walked away. That guy... he gets it. Christmas spirit, season of giving... and all that. He single-handedly restored my faith in humanity.

Uh-oh... going back into dangerous territory! Stick to the show, Shelby!
That's not true. I don't like Dickens's characters a lot of the time because they are either super good, or super e-vile and as such, hard to connect with. They are so polarized the characters become completely unrealistic, despite his deft descriptions that expertly set up the visual environment. The hero is generally so pure he might as well be Jesus Christ, and the bad guy is always so incorrigible you might as well be talking with Satan himself... but his books aren't about religion (not really, anyway). They're about poverty and how much it sucks, which I dig. Still... we've all got "character" flaws, Chuck. Ho ho, take that one to bed with you tonight.

Anyway, the performance was wonderful. Raye Birk was a phenomenal Ebenezer Scrooge, and he totally sold the transformation without a hyperevident moment of realization. I was a little displeased with the casting of Tiny Tim... but eh, what can you do? The kid was cute, and had the one money-line ("God Bless us, every one" for those of you who live under rocks) which he shouted emotionlessly without so much as a hint of sincerity or understanding... but the line was right on cue!

I really enjoyed the set design, but the lighting! Oh, the lighting! It was lovely, but it should be considering Marcus Dilliard has done this show every year since 1985. That's right. 21 years, folks. If he hadn't gotten a handle on it by now, I'd be worried... but it was - as I said before - lovely. I am used to seeing the high-school version with the reds and greens during the transitions, but there was a fair bit of teal and orange which I thought was an interesting artistic choice, but it worked. I did have some minor qualms with some strangely placed gobos, but I'm more than willing to let it slide.

The sound in that new theater though! Holy crap! This was my first show at the Guthrie and I really want them to rent the space out to concerts now because those speakers were phenomenal! Scott Edwards did a great job with the voice-overs and thunder effects. The level, pitch, and direction of all acoustics were really well planned to give a realistic, surround-sound feel in such a large space.

The costumes were charming, but then... when aren't Dickens-era costumes charming? Honestly. I do, however, miss carolling in full Dickens gear like we used to in high school. Those were the days. I really love Christmas. The show really helped get me in the spirit, especially with the free ticket from that wonderful gentleman. Now all we need is for it to snow.

We had what Nic dubbed an "impromptu cocktail party" last night. Considering that we really only planned to have Laura over, and we only called a handful of people about 30 minutes beforehand, we had a pretty good turnout. I don't know what it is about our parties, but they always happen in waves. A group comes, then leaves when the next group comes... so we're never overwhelmed in our space. I was certifiably drunk last night though, but that didn't stop Nic and I from kicking Faith and Sean's butt at euchre. Overall, it was a very fun evening.

A very fun evening that lead to a very late morning. I woke up with a migraine from sinus congestion... and it just broke about an hour ago, but now I'm high on the pain meds and listening to sad, sad songs and not doing my homework. Oh dear.

ETA: LMFAO. So, iTunes finally broke the 3 hr. sad-bastard marathon with "Daughters of Triton" off the Little Mermaid soundtrack. I am dying over here.

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