Well, dear readers, here I sit like so much fish, staring at my computer screen as words appear one after another due to my fingers typing on a thing called a keyboard. It is a curious thing to stare at your computer screen while your fingers dance across the keys quickly and while words appear out of nowhere that are the result of those dancing fingers. I don’t know what any of this has to do with the price of pickled herring, but I can’t control what my damn fingers are doing on the damn keyboard. It’s some kind of osmosis thing going on here. The again, I am The Wizard of Osmosis. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about, please keep it to yourself because for me to know what I’m talking about would cause an implosion of the highest or even lowest order. I think there is something mentally off with my fingers for this paragraph to have been written, don’t you?
Yesterday was another long rehearsal day in which we rehearsed. We began promptly at eleven and Sami had good energy and we ran all the transitions first, and then began at the top of the show and just worked through everything. We keep plugging away and just trying to make everything fun and real, not always an easy task. We took a thirty-minute lunch break and Sami’s mom brought in food from a jernt called Lemonade. I’d been to the one near the theater where we did Pure Imagination and really didn’t care for anything there, but they’re all a little different so I figured I might like something. She just got an assortment of salads, got me a fried chicken sandwich on something that was pretending to be a bun and which had some kind of white stuff with green specks on it, and a side of mac-and-cheese. The mac-and-cheese was edible, the fried chicken sandwich was not. I took three bites and knew if I continued I would have vomited on the ground. Whatever the sauce was it was yuckilicious and the chicken was no kind of fried that I’ve ever seen. It looked like a chicken breast that had been covered in paprika or something. I just put it back in the bag and ate the rest of the mac-and-cheese. Then we did a straight-through run – we didn’t get finished, but it was good to do it and at four we took our leave.
I then went to Jerry’s Deli where I had the breakfast burrito with eggs, cheese and onions and a side of guacamole and salsa, along with a bagel. The first time I had the breakfast burrito it was fantastic. The other day it was pretty okay considering they left out the cheese and onions. Today it was yuckilicious – it seemed like there was at most about an eighth of an egg, and mostly cheese and some onions. I think the trick is lunch only at Jerry’s and only during the week. The evening chefs and the weekend chefs are just no good. The weekday breakfast and lunch chef is really good.
Then I came home. I had planned to take the day off from jogging, but in the end I did a jog anyway. I ate a tiny bit of trail mix, an apple and that was my food for the day. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, it was too late for a movie, so on the Flix of Net I watched a forty-eight minute documentary on Josef Fritzl, the crazy, sick mofo who kept his teenage daughter in captivity for twenty years or so, fathering seven children with her. I’d only heard the bare bones of it, so I wanted to learn more. Unfortunately, this documentary was so inept on every level and the direction was so incredibly irritating that I learned just about zero. Yes, this is a documentary about real-life events where the director thinks he’s making an art film. Note to director: Put the damn camera down and let the people tell the story – it’s not about YOU. A complete waste of time. Later, searching You Tube I found a few other hour-long documentaries about this sicko and I may try one of them, just to see if there’s an actual story being told.
Then I read another chapter of William Goldman’s The Season (I began reading it again in honor of this birthday). I’m almost done with it now. Then I listened to the Stan Kenton treatment of West Side Story, one of my all-time favorite orchestral covers of show music – Mr. Kenton, like him or not, was a genius and this is one of the most incredible recordings ever made, not only in terms of the actual music, but the recording itself. One would love to have a new mastering because this is a very old CD – new technology could make this sound scads better. I’m going through all my Kenton CDs – I just love his stuff.
Today, I’ll relax, do some banking, the helper will come by, I’ll eat, jog, hopefully pick up some packages, and then we have our rehearsal at five. A couple of the designers will be with us and we’ll run straight through for them – they know it probably will not be completely smooth, but they’re watching for the staging, not for a finished product.
Tomorrow and Wednesday are rehearsals, Thursday and Friday I have stuff to do and a lot of it, then we have two long rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday. Then the insanity of the Kritzerland rehearsals and our final week before tech happens and that will be exhilarating, mad, and hopefully fun.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, bank, eat, and rehearse. Today’s topic of discussion: Of all the current food fads, which do you like and which do you stay a million miles away from? I’ll start – I don’t like any of ‘em and I stay far away from quinoa, kale and anything else with a specious name. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall be The Wizard of Osmosis. And your little dog, too.