I went to see Intimate Apparel, which is reportedly Lynn Nottage's most popular play.
Liked it, didn't love it. Well acted, but some characters who should have had chemistry... didn't seem to have enough. Last night was opening night, so maybe they were just nervous. That can throw things off.
I admired a lot of things about the heroine, an enterprising seamstress of ladies' undergarments in early 20th century New York.
I was kind of waiting for something at the end - and I missed it. Today I looked at the script, at the library - and there it was. The stage directions have the heroine make a certain gesture, which informs you of a new fact, which lends a sense of completion to the play. Anyway, I missed it last night.
Did the actress not make the gesture, or not make it "big" enough... or did I blink?
That's my every-finisher-gets-a-medal bling from this morning's half-marathon. I dithered over whether to do this race or a half-marathon yesterday evening. Finally I decided this course was more fun - and better supported - and would be 10 degrees cooler - and was therefore worth the extra money.
There were some fun live bands and DJs along the way. There were at least 12,000 finishers. I did see a few people being treated for medical problems along the way. I hope everyone's okay.
The course went right by the downtown building where I work every day. I resisted the urge to go in and get some stuff done!
I achieved my goal,
which was not to fall in a hole.
I went to see the latest incarnation of Anna In The Darkness at the Dream Theatre Company's new space, which they are calling Dream Laboratory. It's a smaller space, but plenty big enough to put on a show, and there was a lot of audience with me. So I'm thinking that means the neighborhood is actually a better one for putting on shows.
It's a one-woman show performed by Megan Merrill, who is a real trouper. At one point, some late-comers arrived, and Megan managed to find them seats while performing. She did this while remaining in character, of course. It actually "worked" because the piece, like most one-person shows, punches holes in the fourth wall.
When there's no one else up on stage,
you look out and try to engage.
Bowe Bergdahl is the American soldier who was recently released by the Taliban in a trade for 5 of their own. His parents were happy at first, but now they're not so happy. One of his mother's friends says:
If I had to guess, he's ashamed. I'm not even saying he's necessarily right to be ashamed. But some captors go out of their way to humiliate you, to crush your spirit, to make you feel that you have betrayed your deepest loyalties. It can be hard to face your parents after that.
Of course, to his mom, he's still her little boy,
and she can't understand why he doesn't call her with joy.
Besides being voted on by the Californians themselves... it needs to get through the U.S. Congress.
Perhaps it would be better for Californians. Perhaps their state is too big to manage right now. It would also have some national political impact, inevitably. The area now known as just-plain-California would have 12 U.S. senators instead of 2.
And it would have 10 more electoral votes. But presumably the whole area wouldn't always go for the same presidential candidate.
Finally, someone needs to figure out how to put 55 stars on the flag.
Anticipating success from California's fracturers,
I'm investing in flag manufacturers.