Noises Off Is On

Well. Tonight is the big night, opening for Noises Off, and we're all of us feeling pretty much, you know, I mean aren't you? It has been a weird and arduous 17 days of rehearsal time getting this beast together (not counting 3 days pre-Christmas of blocking rehearsals) and I think we can plausibly argue that it has never been done so well in such a short time-span.

But that's neither here nor there. Last night's small but appreciative dress audience was awesome and they really seemed to dig it. I think we finally kind of know what we're doing. (knockonwoodknockonwoodknockonwoodknockonwoodknockonwood)

Anyway, I came across this word of the day today, and it seems especially apropos, for not only the tenuous nature of the show-within-the-show, not only because it contains a homophone for Phillip, one of the characters in the show, but also for how exhausted I've been lately.

One more word: sardines!

filipendulous

PRONUNCIATION:

(fi-li-PEN-juh-luhs, -PEN-dyoo-)

MEANING:

adjective: Hanging by a thread.

ETYMOLOGY:

From Latin filum (thread) + pendere (to hang). Ultimately from the Indo-European root (s)pen- (to draw, to spin), which is also the source of pendulum, spider, pound, pansy, pendant, ponder, appendix, penthouse, depend, and spontaneous. Earliest documented use: 1864.

a new communication tool

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Okay, now, I am man enough to admit that I overuse texting. I hate talking on the phone. I'm not sure why, but it is my belief that there is something vital that is lost in voice communication when one doesn't have the benefit of seeing the other person's face. Communication is perhaps a whole lot more non-verbal than we give it credit for, and perhaps we see and register much, much more from a person's non-verbal cues than we know. Those micro-seconds of expression indicate so much that we can't even consciously comprehend what all is there; we just know and understand more face-to-face.

Of course, something is lost in texting and email messages as well. But perhaps the difference there is that no one pretends or feels the need to pretend that a text message is the same as a conversation. With the phone, it just SEEMS like it should be equivalent. But it is not. It is much worse, and often weird and awkward and forced. Talking on the phone was the worst part about being a music journalist. You have about five seconds to form a rapport with someone who has no idea who you are, and who has to deal with assholes like yourself dozens of times a week, answering the same asinine questions. It is an impossible mission.

Anyway. Found this and thought it was pretty fucking funny.

how to handle climate change deniers

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how to handle climate change deniers--a fine workbook put together by a guy named andy cobb of second city.



mmm. hazelnut.

happy birthday song

happy birthday to my nephew, John Alex!

and thanks to Caleb for helping out with this goofy-ass project. i had a ton of fun--hope you have fun watching it. :)