dramaturgy: ([BSG] Starbuck is unhappy.)
I have so much I want to talk about. But since brevity is the soul of wit and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

My sister is still in Japan of this moment. She's okay, there wasn't much damage in Nagoya from the earthquake, but she's going (I keep typing 'coming' but I'm not there) home for a bit and she'll get in on Monday. I don't know if my mom will ever let her go anywhere ever again, but maybe now at least she won't drive me crazy for a bit. I love my mother and understand being worried, but seriously. (I also understand that she is ~mother and her worry probably outshines any that I had -- and I was a bit worried but my sister is a smart girl and the Japanese know how to handle it.) I told Gretchen to grab something good when the looting started, but apparently they don't do that. Which is cool.

Sunday I went and saw Angels in America at Signature again. They changed the cast, and Michael Urie was playing Prior so obviously I had to go. As much as I hesitate to say it... Michael Urie is totally my Prior. Justin Kirk is wonderful in the film, and Christian Borle was amazing, but Michael? He was inspired. He was just the perfect combination of righteous, queeny rage, fear, awareness of the absurdity of it all, and at times, utter contempt for the world around him. And how he looks in a dress is exactly as unfair as you would think it is.

Adam Driver was a newcomer as Louis. I LOVED him. He LOOKED like a neurotic Jewboy, and had amazing comic timing. At first I thought he was a little stiff but I warmed up to him. I actually ended up liking Louis a little lot more than I usually do -- which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Considering some of the things he does, it increases my sympathy and emotional reaction when he does or says reprehensible things. Truthfully, Bill Heck puts too much ANGRY~ in his Joe for my taste. I get that he's supposed to be confused and maybe a bit self-loathing, but I don't think I should fear for Harper's safety when they're arguing. I didn't like Keira Keeley (I think that's her name) as Harper as much as I liked Zoe Kazan. Zoe was a bit younger, more ethereal -- I could believe she went flying and saw ex-drag queens in her hallucinations, but Keira went a bit more zombiesque with her interpretation at times. And there was a lot of yelling. :\ Bill Porter was still Belize and he was STILL fabulous. Jeffrey Wright is Jeffrey Wright but Bill Porter was DIVAING OUT. The angel was good. I don't know if I like her as much as Robin Weigert, but it was a different interpretation. A lot more human at all times, not just sometimes.

I didn't want to stalk too much -- stagedooring Off-Broadway is a different culture than Broadway shows, I'm finding -- but I wanted to fangirl Michael Urie a little and was under orders from [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta to do so. So he signed my copy of The Temperamentals and told him I'd enjoyed that play as well, I'm teaching it in my 101 class this semester (last semester wasn't so impressed with Angels), and it was in part due to that play that I want to pursue my MFA project in queer dramaturgy. I voiced a concern about identifying straight -- in my experience, cautious self-deprecation and disclaiming works out better in the end when it's genuine -- and he blew it off. He said, "You may have more to say than a queer artist." So therefore I intend to make no more apologies about it. Onward and upward. Michael Urie said so.

Last week I applied and interviewed for a customer service position at Old Navy -- so basically what I'd been doing at Lane Bryant, but I'll be able to do it in jeans. Except when they offered me the position and tried to set up a time for me to come in for training and such, they proceeded to ignore the availability I gave them when I applied and tried to get me to come in Monday during classtimes, Tuesdays when I'm teaching, and damn. I don't even. Why? So I gave him my availability AGAIN and he said he'd call back. That was Wednesday. So if this is going to be a chronic problem I'm not sure I want to work for them. Because my school and teaching job are going to come first. Sorry. The end.

I had two major writing assignments due last Monday. Of course I left them until the last minute. One was a ten minute play, which I actually ended up being proud of despite not considering myself a playwright (it's hard to give all the information the audience needs just in dialogue without being didactic or fake). I got a B+ on a paper on Elizabethan foreign policy. I probably would have gotten higher if I'd been able to bother with MLA formatting and edit properly, but no. She did compliment my handling of the history though, so I will take it.

I've sort of started using my tumblr that I made to see what the fuss was about. And when I say 'using' I mean I'm reblogging shit like it's going out of style. It's here.

I am giving serious thought as to when I want to move, and 'soon' is what comes to mind. Twice this week I have been woken at 9:30 by a roommate (the same roommate) wailing the song "Fuck You" at the top of her voice. First of all, that's a god awful song 24/7, and second, 9:30 is not the proper hour to be shouting songs.

I just have this fear of not having enough money to stay in an apartment elsewhere and getting evicted and having to live in my car. Which is stupid. But I get anxious, I get depressed about being anxious, I get anxious because I don't get anything done when I'm depressed and it piles up, etc.

Also, Galileo is going to suck. And that is an objective assessment.
dramaturgy: ([UB] Mandy! You're brilliant!)
[21:48] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Referring to Philip II as "strapping" perhaps going a bit too far, y/n?
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: Not at all.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Oh good.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: I am on the good crack
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: Strapping young lad. >_>
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: LOL
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: But not as young as the Duke of Alencon.
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: OH
[21:49] [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta: OHHH
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Anna.)
So this teaching thing.

Being a little bit more awake than the drooling idiot I was last night (even after my nap) I have this to say: I did okay but the only thing I keep thinking as I ended class was, "Man. I don't want to do that ever again." Except I kind of have to. :\

I watched the end of Pillars of the Earth last night, which was amazing. You couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting some sort of massive talent. I think they actually did an amazing job of making people age without doing much at all -- ten years looked like ten years. I think there is probably a lot to be said about it being a clean version of the Middle Ages -- but come on. We don't watch these things because we want to see people wallowing in mud. And it was the late Middle Ages. >_>

Besides. Eddie Redmayne was pretty. (He was sporting some facial hair near the end there and looking hot. And if you know me, I don't usually do facial hair on guys.)
dramaturgy: Jonathan Groff in "The Bacchae," August 2008. ([Misc] Bacchae.)
I am watching the British version of Who Do You Think You Are. I downloaded Stephen Fry and David Tennant, although right now I'm watching Rupert Penry-Jones (om nom nom) because I can. He's traveled to India because his mother's family was British army in India, and it is so damn gorgeous. I am reminded how I'd like to travel to southeast Asia. I wouldn't go alone, though, because I've seen Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason. People will stick shit in your suitcase and before you know it, you're a drug mule.

But I'd love to visit India. And Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand, but like I said, I wouldn't want to go alone. For safety reasons, as well as that sort of thing would just be more fun with someone else. I mean, I've traveled alone before, but Europe is... different. That sounds kind of awful, I know, but it is what it is.

This show is fascinating and I'm such a nerd, but it's amazing. Rupert Penry-Jones has been chasing after his mother's side of the family, where there was a family legend that they had some Indian blood in them. Lo and behold, a baptism record showed one of his ancestors was an "Indo-Briton" and now he can go even further back. *glee*

I've started putting stuff in my car, and packing things. I might make it back yet.

ETA: And now I'm watching Stephen Fry who is, of course, a total scream. "Oh how extraordinary! Look what it says: pauper inmate. Oh my god, he's a pauper inmate at the Lewisham Workhouse in the High street! How fantastic, how Dickensian! We have come a long way, we Frys."
dramaturgy: ([Office] Pam on the phone.)
So today for class we read The Prince of Homburg by Heinrich von Kleist and it was an awesome play, sort of like Life is a Dream meets The Robbers, and I wish I'd had time to read it more than once. Kleist seems to take everything to extremes and -- well, that includes nationalism.

I'm saying this because Jackie (the other history major in our group) got excited about it with me. In the presentation it was noted that Kleist was in the very beginning of this fervent nationalism sparked by the Napoleonic wars -- particularly in Spain and Germany, which were taken over by Napoleon. It was all part of the Romantic movement, but the nationalism reached a fever pitch by WWI and of course, in the wake of that war, it only got worse with the rise of Hitler and the Nazi party.

Kleist, of course, could not foresee this anymore than Schiller, another favorite playwright of the Nazis, could. The Nazis latched on to the Prince of Homburg, with Frederick the Elector as the Fuhrer and the Prince as the German people -- those called to die for the greater good, in service of the state. They grabbed on to The Robbers in such a way, which has a similar kind of frenetic nationalism to it. As you can imagine, this has done some serious damage to the plays' reputations for the last sixty years or so. (That's where the quote on my Twitter came from. "This is Hitler's favorite play. This is Hitler's favorite play. Did you know this is Hitler's favorite play?" which is, according to my classmate who presented on it today, pretty much all that's been written about it since then.)

Anyway. Jackie said this would be a great play to assign in a history class to understand the kind of crazy nationalism feelings that allowed for the rise of Hitler. And I went !!!! because it is pretty brilliant. There's no good answer for the question, "Why?" or "How could this happen?" when you're talking about the crimes against humanity committed by the Nazis, about the best you can do is describe the conditions. And that fervent nationalism that Nazi Germany latched onto is very, very present in that play.

So I agreed with her, and then "understanding how German nationalism fed into the rise of Nazi Germany" somehow became "justifying the Holocaust/Hitler/Nazis," which um. It isn't. I in NO WAY condone mass genocide and invading other countries for funsies and all that. But if you don't understand the conditions in which a history took place, then you are never going to be able to recognize them in your own time. And this is why I'm wary of rampant nationalism/patriotism, no matter what party is in control. And it frustrates me when people don't appreciate history in that way.

It just bums me out that even people with advanced degrees don't manage to see why we bother to study history. :'(

Well that took up a lot of my time. I made up my mind to go see some of the other students who took part in a devised performance for our class tonight, since they came to see mine. It's at 7:30 but I knew that if I went back to the apartment that I wouldn't come back out, so I hung out in the office and did some reading, and then I left to eat dinner, and now I'm hanging out in Starbucks in the union. I have about an hour. :\ *bored*
dramaturgy: ([DH] Topher is confused.)
First day of class! I can't really say too much about this morning's class except that I will tell you this: I am presenting a chapter on postmodern theatre later in the semester. HURR WHUT. We talked today about Surrealism and Dadaism and a lot of other isms and -- do you guys remember how in Ellen's class back in Florence I had become "The Marxist"? I think I'm going to be the Marxist here too. (Example: What started World War I from the Surrealists' point of view? Hint, it had nothing to do with Franz Ferdinand [no, not the band] or the political and economical alliances that everyone had made with one another so as to turn Europe into a clusterfuck. I know, I was feeling kind of lost too.)

My brain hurts a little.

I bought the rest of my books and wow I am going to try and buy as many as possible off half.com from now on. Seriously.

I also ran around like a chicken with my head cut off re: gathering up stuff for the insurance orientation. That's right, another orientation. I nearly cried. I just need to know what I need to sign and who I need to waive and where I sign and augh. It's enough to drive a person crazy. (Me? Crazy?)

I also went and bought a train ticket in preparation for Wednesday, which is -- wait for it -- my class in the City. So any New York City type people, I'm going to be in the city every Wednesday if you want to meet for dinner or something. We can set that up, whatever. Maybe not this week because it's probably going to be all I can do to not wet myself at the thought of being in the city and, you know, an adult, but soon. We can talk KISS KISS no really, I'm going to stop now.
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One of five grad school applications is in. \o/ Of course I have to send other stuff, but it's a place to start.

ETA: Although I can't remember who I sent my GRE scores to and how much money it's going to cost me to resend them to everyone. ;_;
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] *salute!*)
Yay jaunty Captain Jack icon.

I was supposed to go in to work at three, but Frank called me at 1 asking if I could come in to cover for him until RJ got there because he was le sick or something. I didn't really listen. So I went in for about forty-five minutes until RJ got there and he said I could come back at four, so go back at four I shall.

I replaced University of Iowa with Brooklyn College CUNY, because they also have a dramaturgy program AND a theatre history/criticism program. :x I sent an e-mail to admissions asking what their policy on dual application was because I can't deciiiiiiiide mommy, I wanna do booooooooooooooth.

I was having my Waking Nightmares again. It's not a technical term, but a Waking Nightmare is those uncontrollable thoughts and worries I have about money, getting into a school, money, my brother not moving his ass to get into a real school when he's finishing his AA in the spring, money, [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory finishing her thesis, [livejournal.com profile] roseanna and her busy, busy Beeness, money, weird dreams I have, [livejournal.com profile] kaesa being eaten by science, and money when I am trying to sleep. My mind races and I can't sleep and I end up tossing and turning and thinking about it. And sometimes I think I should get up and read or do something until I'm ready to pass out, except it's already three in the morning and it'll take at least half an hour for my mind to slow down... I'm supposed to go back to the doctor in a couple of weeks or something, this is probably something I should mention. Except it doesn't really do any good to put me on an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety medication, does it? ... It just seems counter productive. Maybe less fluoxetine will just do the trick.

Like last night, I was going to turn the light back on and read, but I'd just finished my book. The Handmaid's Tale, if you're curious. My brother read it for a class a couple of years ago, shoved it at my mom, and she shoved it at me. I think I'm going to read The Host next.

I have these really weird dreams. Like the other night I was eating bagels in the kitchen and for some reason the Tyrells were there. Like, not even [livejournal.com profile] westerosorting Tyrells who at least have the virtue of being real people. No. Like Margaery and Loras Tyrell were in my kitchen, eating bagels with me. I also have a dream about this restaurant that is somewhere out in the middle of nowhere north of DeWitt, and it has not only the best chocolate milkshakes I've ever had, but their chicken is delicious and so are their french fries. I was actually convinced that this restaurant was real, but when nobody in my family knew what the hell I was talking about, I realized I'd dreamed it all.

Also, ABC cancelled Dirty Sexy Money. Which, considering how it was going, might be a good thing.

Grr.

Nov. 5th, 2008 04:32 pm
dramaturgy: ([History] Lessons of Vietnam)
This has always bothered me, but for obvious reasons it's become more prominent in recent weeks. And after my dad fell for the crap and I finally had to say this out loud to him, I thought I'd just FYI. (This is a general you, by the way.)

Because you're an American and probably don't know better, you think socialism ---> Soviet communism (Stalinism). You are, however, missing a lot of steps in there.

It looks something more like this:
Socialism ---> Karl Marx ---> Communism ---> Marxism-Leninism ---> Soviet communism (Stalinism).

I know it's hard, but learn about all these terms and retrain the way your brain thinks about economic systems outside of capitalism. You don't have to agree with them -- as for me, I'm not sure I do, but I think we could all do a little more sharing in general -- but being able to tell the difference is a good thing. I promise.
dramaturgy: ([Misc] Hipsters for Obama.)
[livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: Dude.
[livejournal.com profile] dramaturgy: We voted for the first black president of the United States.
[livejournal.com profile] thinkatory: ... we did and that is so fucking awesome

ABC just interrupted their election coverage for a special report on the election. I feel like I just tripped into a Samuel Beckett play that was never written.

Perhaps the best thing I saw on TV tonight so far (besides George Stephanopoulos's hair) was Jesse Jackson in tears.

Tom Harkin got re-elected to the senate from Iowa. Iowa also went to Obama.

Things won't get better overnight, but I have more hope.
dramaturgy: ([Misc] Hipsters for Obama.)
I was going to post this on a note in [livejournal.com profile] phiremangston's Facebook, but I was getting a little grandstandy.

The Weathermen may have been a domestic terrorist organization, but they were a symptom of the problems in this country at the time, not a cause. They were a product of the tumultuous 60's. I'm not saying their methods were kosher, but when you push people to the edge where they feel like they either have to jump over the edge or stop pushing back and give up, sometimes they're going to jump. To call Obama a terrorist or say that he endorses it because he served on a board with Ayers 1999-2002 is ridiculous. Obama was eight when the Weathermen made their charter at a SDS convention in 1969, the way some people are talking about it are making it sound like Obama was in the room with them.

Sorry. People just tick me off sometimes.
dramaturgy: (Chaos theory)
Footnotes are kicking my ass.

::continues history paper and sending music to [livejournal.com profile] roseanna::
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Dear [livejournal.com profile] liz_of_mirkwood,

Stop reading "The Mists of Avalon" and do your presidential news conference, lest you fail History.

Love,

[livejournal.com profile] liz_of_mirkwood
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Just reading through my history book about Nixon and the Watergate scandal, and I had to laugh.

I think if I were the head of a committe to re-elect someone, I would NOT make the acronym "CREEP". Although in Nixon's case, it seems appropriate.

EDIT: Guys! Cut tags for Matrix Reloaded spoilers/reviews, please?
dramaturgy: (Pippin)
No 1 setn me reviews 4 my storry!!!!!!!11!!

I mean, er, hello everyone.

Today was the history class's field trip to the University of Iowa library. Oh my God. 4 million books. You think I would have died and gone to Heaven. Mark, Katie, and I wandered the stacks for an hour, but it's all passed into a blur. I think I could live there for the rest of my life and still not read them all.

While at the library, we saw a brochure for the National Socialist Convention in Chicago or summat, and jokingly were all out for going. I just cranked up my CD player. I mean, please, that'd be like me going to the Republican Convention. And then when DJ and Adam yelled out the window at protest-looking people that, "The war's over you dumb fucks!" I told them to sit down and shut up. The entire class, teacher included, predicted that I would be arrested at least once for inciting a riot before I was 21. Gee, thanks guys. So who wants to make bail?

I also found out Heather's due date, May 21. She said she's getting nervous, but I expect she would be. But she's going to Iowa City to have the baby, and the University hospital is one of the best in the state. I should probably get it a little toy or blanket or something for him/her/it (hey, considering the dad, it wouldn't surprise me if the kid had a tentacle or two [but no kid with tentacles could compare to the angel that is Simon Jr., loff]), since Heather's been my friend for only, ever.

Prom is in three days. Eeeee. ::is excited:: I hope things dry up around here before then, though, otherwise my feet are going to be all wet in the ballet slippers.

I saw "The Devil's Own" yesterday, good movie, but I have a question: what was Brad Pitt's REAL name in that? Frankie or Rory? I got the impression that Frankie was his real name, and Rory was an alias (because that was on the passport), but he was listed as "Rory" in the credits, and I'm all confused now. :\ Usually if someone goes by two names in a movie, they'll say "So-and-So/So-and-So".

Speaking of the devil:

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Extreme
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)High
Level 2 (Lustful)Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Although there were a few badly worded questions, I felt:

Can you see yourself engaging in treason against your country?

What I consider treason, or what Ashcroft considers treason?

Do you enjoy violent movies and video games?

I don't go to the movies because they're violent, but I don't say, "I can't see that movie! It's violent!"

RPG meme )<lj user="guitarmack" ain't gonna know what hit 'im...) 12b) Would you ever.. a) Play a prostitute? Yah. b) Play a musician? That's not exactly a stretch. c) Play an actor? Again... d) Play a homosexual? R!Katie's bisexual. I think it's mostly because I would feel like I wouldn't be doing justice to my character more than anything else. e) Play a pedophile? Er, no. I have to draw the line somewhere. f) Play a politician? Yeah. g) Create a character for the sole purpose of smut? No. Gimme a decent dose of angst and we'll talk. ;)
dramaturgy: (A/É)
"This concept of 'WUV' is angering and confusing to me!" -- Futurama

Indeed.

Maybe I'm only seeing/hearing/perceiving what I want to see/hear/perceive, but I think Joe might like me back. O_O This is somewhat disturbing. That's all I have to say about that for today.

Pizza after the band concert was an... experience. I think pizza makes boys do weird things, because two boys ordered almost the exact same pizza, and what do they do but decide to have an eating contest. God, that was disgusting, especially with Happy Joe's pizza. Icky, it's so greasy.

An assignment for history class was to make a "Holocaust Scrapbook". We had to find 10 pictures from the Holocaust and write down the information (camp, date picture was taken, etc.) and write our responses to the pictures. Some of them were just so... graphic. Haunting. I don't know. It seems surreal somehow, but I know it happened, and its like a train wreck. I want to look away, but I just can't.

Speaking of Train --> Trainspotting --> Trainspotting Guy --> All State Speech on Monday. Eee!
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I wish for peace.

Mr. Pickup has a video that we're going to watch in history on Thursday, put together by Frank Capra called "War Comes to America". He said it was a propaganda video. He wants us to see how ridiculously one sided things can be and show us that its better to form your own opinion than simply swallow government propaganda.

If I never say anything else about my history teacher, I have more respect for him than any other adult that I know.

Also my friend Adam said today, "I find it interesting that old men start wars and young men die in them." Sometimes I am so proud of my classmates.
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1. It is snowing outside. It has been snowing for almost seven hours. Hopefully no school/late start for tomorrow.

2. My daddy is watching FOTR. I will join him shortly.

3. I should really start reading "The Grapes of Wrath", since the book report is due in two weeks, yeah?

4. There is no number four.

5. Something interesting I learned in history today:

Pretend that you had to vote on a candidate based on only what I tell you. (If you've heard this before, don't spoil it for others):

Candidate A: Has had two known mistresses, drinks 8-10 martinis every night.

Candidate B: Sleeps until noon everyday, has been kicked out of office twice, chainsmokes, drinks a quart of whiskey every night.

Candidate C: Decorated war hero, doesn't smoke, and occasionally has a beer.

Congratulations if you voted for C... )
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I appreciate the good vibes, but I think someone else misdirected good vibes and we got extra by accident. We were 10 minutes overtime for our debate. Mr. Pickup doesn't mind a few minutes, but 10 minutes it just too much.

And I have a headache. >_
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[livejournal.com profile] marcus_flint_? [livejournal.com profile] oliver_wood_? Get yo' butts back home. Everyone's worried about you.

Have debate tomorrow. Can you all arrange for good vibes to be sent in my general direction tomorrow at 11:15 AM-1:10 PM CST? Fanks.

I just found out that we own "Flipper". As in Elijah Wood's "Flipper". I am so amused.

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