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good morning dw/lj! It's shaping up to be a hell of a week, what with JT and his suit at the Grammys, and then the Pope resigning/SPN getting renewed yesterday, Fat Tuesday today, Ash Wednesday segueing into with Valentine's Day, and a nice, close meteor fly-by this coming weekend. I think that's probably quite enough for one week.
I spent the weekend decluttering the great room, which is where all the living takes place around here and is thus correspondingly piled with junk. I will only say that OMG, we have a LOT of books in this house. Also, many gazillion legos. While de-junking, I ended up re-watching the most recent BBC adaptation of Austen's Persuasion, the one with Sally Hawkins and Rupert Penry-Jones as Anne/Wentworth and amid the cutting and reworking that inevitably happens in an adaptation I found myself especially fond of is Harville, who has a fabulous deadpan working as he deals with Benwick's fascination with morbid poetry and Wentworth's draaaama over Anne. There are several scenes where he is barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes at his two best friends. I mean, you can tell he loves them dearly, but there's this undercurrent of seriously? in his eyes. I really like this adaptation; Sally Hawkins plays Anne as sad but not a doormat, and Rupert Penry-Jones fits my mental image of a naval war hero splendidly.
I also re-watched Bottle Shock (I'm reading lots of non-fiction about wine and decided to reward my due diligence with Chris Pine in tight-tight jeans, /shallow) and came away with my usual hankering for some Bo/Gustavo. Someday, I'll get tired of not finding any and just write it myself, but I have too ridiculously many stories started in g-docs now. I (probably) don't need another one, right? (yeah, don't answer that.)
On the RL front, I would like to update the Things They Never Tell You About Parenthood with no one ever telling me that you can end up with ranking Shakespeare by a Swordfight Index (which means that Romeo & Juliet is right up there with Hamlet and Henry IV and Richard III as plays your 12-year-old wants to act in. Who knew?)
I spent the weekend decluttering the great room, which is where all the living takes place around here and is thus correspondingly piled with junk. I will only say that OMG, we have a LOT of books in this house. Also, many gazillion legos. While de-junking, I ended up re-watching the most recent BBC adaptation of Austen's Persuasion, the one with Sally Hawkins and Rupert Penry-Jones as Anne/Wentworth and amid the cutting and reworking that inevitably happens in an adaptation I found myself especially fond of is Harville, who has a fabulous deadpan working as he deals with Benwick's fascination with morbid poetry and Wentworth's draaaama over Anne. There are several scenes where he is barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes at his two best friends. I mean, you can tell he loves them dearly, but there's this undercurrent of seriously? in his eyes. I really like this adaptation; Sally Hawkins plays Anne as sad but not a doormat, and Rupert Penry-Jones fits my mental image of a naval war hero splendidly.
I also re-watched Bottle Shock (I'm reading lots of non-fiction about wine and decided to reward my due diligence with Chris Pine in tight-tight jeans, /shallow) and came away with my usual hankering for some Bo/Gustavo. Someday, I'll get tired of not finding any and just write it myself, but I have too ridiculously many stories started in g-docs now. I (probably) don't need another one, right? (yeah, don't answer that.)
On the RL front, I would like to update the Things They Never Tell You About Parenthood with no one ever telling me that you can end up with ranking Shakespeare by a Swordfight Index (which means that Romeo & Juliet is right up there with Hamlet and Henry IV and Richard III as plays your 12-year-old wants to act in. Who knew?)
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And yes, the Shakespeare sword fight index. (There's also Coriolanus for the gory bits, but luckily they don't usually put that on for/with kids.) If it gets kids to want to do the great plays, I'm all for it! Just make sure you have a competent fight choreographer who discourages the wee ones from poking each other without protective gear. This is not as easy as it sounds (I coached fencing for years ...). I urge you to discuss practice plans in great detail.
ANECDOTE TIME: All this reminds me of that supercilious actor type who showed up at fencing practice to show us all how it's done, based on his vast theatrical experience. He went into a curiously contorted position at the start of our match and when I asked what that was, he informed me with something resembling a contemptuous snort that his was a "seventeenth century tierce en guarde." So when the referee called the match to begin I did a straight lunge under said en guarde, hit him right in the chest before he could so much as attempt a parry, straightened my blade and said "and that was a twentieth century direct attack." (He only ever came out that once....)
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The Shakespeare Swordfight Ranking Index is courtesy of my youngest, who is An Actor. (And both his dad & I have cousins who semi-support themselves in the craft, so we're just waiting for this one to head that way, too.) He just auditioned for a Zorro adaptation and also read for A Midsummer's Night's Dream, but the Index came about after we went to see R&J, including a spirited swordfight. Luckily, he's already signed up for a summer workshop in stagefighting. (And my actor cousin is a fight choreographer and he's been giving me the run-down on what to look for, too--we already have too cordial of a relationship with the pediatric orthopedist, courtesy of the baseball/soccer/karate extracurriculars. Never a dull moment, that's my byline.)
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