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it's cold, and there are wolves after me
Sep. 1st, 2008 10:08 amHoliday Monday, and I'm all alone at the office. In theory my productivity should spike, but I can't seem to stop noodling with C-task stuff. Bad consultant, no biscuit. We're taking a long weekend starting this Friday to go back to Kingston and visit some friends; haven't been for an entire year! Cuckoo.
We saw The Music Man at the Avon Theatre in Stratford on Saturday night. Marvellously high energy performance, beautiful performance space, stellar dancing, and the actor playing Prof Hill camped it up to Preston-levels in his boater and ice cream suit. Perhaps it's just my engineer's bent for process over people, but I was completely enamored of the stagecraft at work: moving buildings around during the chase scene, simulated motion during the train scenes etc.
Here's a question: if you were to have a Night of Theatre, would you feel compelled to dress up at all? This was an anniversary Date for us, and we shelled out 200 for the tickets besides, so I felt somewhat compelled to clean myself up a la blazer and dress slacks, although no tie. I confess I was a bit taken aback at the _very_ casual dress of many of my fellow theatregoers: t-shirts, caps, shorts, sandals. To each his own, I suppose, but I confess, it did not seem entirely proper, somehow.
Two more peach pies this weekend, one for the table and one for the freezer. The first one came out kind of soupy, I don't know if I didn't slash the crust enough or didn't reduce the juice enough or what. Live and learn. The crust was still fantastic, though (IMNSHO) and the pie soup was still very tasty if not classically presented.
Not much hope you guys are going to entertain me today, hrm? Guess I might as well try to do some work...
We saw The Music Man at the Avon Theatre in Stratford on Saturday night. Marvellously high energy performance, beautiful performance space, stellar dancing, and the actor playing Prof Hill camped it up to Preston-levels in his boater and ice cream suit. Perhaps it's just my engineer's bent for process over people, but I was completely enamored of the stagecraft at work: moving buildings around during the chase scene, simulated motion during the train scenes etc.
Here's a question: if you were to have a Night of Theatre, would you feel compelled to dress up at all? This was an anniversary Date for us, and we shelled out 200 for the tickets besides, so I felt somewhat compelled to clean myself up a la blazer and dress slacks, although no tie. I confess I was a bit taken aback at the _very_ casual dress of many of my fellow theatregoers: t-shirts, caps, shorts, sandals. To each his own, I suppose, but I confess, it did not seem entirely proper, somehow.
Two more peach pies this weekend, one for the table and one for the freezer. The first one came out kind of soupy, I don't know if I didn't slash the crust enough or didn't reduce the juice enough or what. Live and learn. The crust was still fantastic, though (IMNSHO) and the pie soup was still very tasty if not classically presented.
Not much hope you guys are going to entertain me today, hrm? Guess I might as well try to do some work...
