Brown rice with a bit of crunch to its fluff. A stir fry of carrots, green pepper and tomato. The tomato is slightly overcooked so it blends into the sauce -- vegetable oil, light soy sauce and a hint of dark soy sauce -- and into the rice. Couple this with some loose-leaf green tea I brought all the way from San Fransisco. God I love cooking. It really makes the days sing, even if they have no reason to.
My week has not been the best.
Someone stole a week's worth of bread (so a week of lunches) from a marked container of mine that was in the communal freezer. I actually knocked on all the doors of my kitchen-mates. All sympathetic, all claimed their stuff had been taken by mysterious (potentially drunk) people. Right. Revenge? Who knows.
Also my time management skills went kaput this week! That's because I went to 2 theatre productions and a party. In my defense I did not go out Sunday night. The British government worries about theatre attendance in young adults. So "A Night Less Ordinary" program gives money to theatres so they can give free tickets to me and anyone else under 26 who has enough patience to wait 10 minutes on the box office phone queue. I probably have about 7 shows lined up. Plus I see a show every week with my theatre class.
My free show, called Unbroken, was a theatrical dance piece about sexuality. It was at the Gate Theatre which in the words of my theatre teacher is the size of a postage stamp. I'd say 2, maybe 3 stamps.
The tech design was brilliant. There was a scrim right in front of the stage during the whole show. The space was set up proscenium style (it's a black box) and there was a row of ungeled (i think) ERSs pointing at the audience. The ERSs go out. The opening scene was a monologue with a light directly above the actor who is speaking to a voice over. Suddenly the stage is fully lit with 2 people -- the original man and a woman. All the stage lighting was done dancy (haha no face lighting for YOU!). Shin kickers, backlighting, and "sidelighting" (from florencents). Usually only one source was used at a time. The stage was 20'-0" long and 3'-0" deep it seemed. There was music playing almost the whole time.
It consisted of scenes between the 2 dance-actors who played different characters in relationship with each other who all knew each other. EX scene A: the married couple, scene B: husband and his secretary, etc. And every scene they had sex. Or I should say dance sex. They only kissed once in the whole show and they used the fluidity, intimacy, physicality of dance routines... speeding them up, breathing heavy, to have sex. And some dialogue. It was so personal in that theatre of a 70 person audience. But this was NOT porn. So don't get any ideas. It was about fucking and making love. What people want and what they get and feel. Period.
My theatre class show was War Horse. I cannot even begin to explain the epic show that was this production. It was about a horse who gets sent to WWI, who he meets there, who he leaves behind. Look it up and see the epic designs. It's playing at the National. They used puppets for the horses. Actually, amazing. I want to make puppets and be a puppeteer when I grow up! P.S. this show had 3 years of production time. Wow.
The party was excellent. It was 2 girls' (in my group) birthdays and we had a Old Ladies in Las Vegas party. So drinking. And before that my museum class went out for drinks to loosen our tongues from the inhibitions brought on by seeing Freud's house museum. And then Mag and I checked out a pub that was neat in the neighborhood near the party. What can I say, we like alternative kids and Camden Town is the place to find them. I will make sure to never have a hangover in class again. (Then again everyone in class had the potential for a hangover as well.)
Last weekend I went to the Victoria and Albert museum (so much stuff), and visited Paul and Dana in Cambridge. I had high tea and had 2 leather belt made for me there. The scone and Assam tea were excellent. The belts look quite smart.
Hope you all are well,
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(Thank you Rusted Root for my title.)
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