Monday = Castle day!

[asimplechord]

1. Rough draft of the manuscript is going to all the co-authors tomorrow, probably. Now I can focus on experiments for the grant renewal until we get comments back. Um, yay?

2. You'd think by now I'd stop being surprised when PStump does something that charms me. But the video for Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) does precisely that. Him, trying to match the feat with the cups! And then the look on his face when he's sitting there with the little girl doing her belly dance and the guy with the long, twisty tongue! (NGL, I'm just as glad he didn't try some of the other things.)

3. August: Osage County was the longest. play. ever. Very Tennessee Williams- and Faulkner-ish without being set in the deep South.

4. I need to plan my schedule for SXSW. And RSVP to some more parties, etc.

5. Party at my house, 12th March. Imperial stout and doppelbock, home-brewed, until the kegs are dry.


Dante is sitting on the arm of A's chair, giving me the stink-eye. All b/c I shoved him off my lap when he wouldn't stop kneading my sweater.

Comments

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

Why were you being mean to Dante? All he was doing was showing his mommy some affection!

Lol, calling something Tennessee Williams- and Faulkner-ish without being set in the deep South makes me turn my head and go "bzzwhahuh?" but I'm very glad you went to see this play and not me.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

It was set in southeast Oklahoma, in a rural area, and the plot had all the family drama and emotional mess of Faulkner and Williams without being, you know, set in the Mississippi delta. Except that one of the characters had a southern drawl that seemed sort of out of place.

He would not stop kneading my sweater or trying to stick his nose in my water glass, no matter how much I kept picking his paws up or shooing him away from the glass. I'm okay with him sitting on me, but I'd like to have my own drink, not a shared one.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

lol. Well, I guess Oklahoma kinda counts. Isn't that Where the Red Fern Grows was set? It's kinda southern-feeling, even though it's not part of the traditional South. Or maybe the characters were from the south and just moved to Oklahoma.

Faulkner wrote some fucked up shit.

Lol @ Dante. He's a silly kitty. Where was Sandy?

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Sandy was sitting on the floor at my feet. Which is strange, b/c usually she's in A's lap.

I do wonder how much of Faulkner's alcoholism influenced his writing. Mostly what I remember about Faulkner is how very much I hated reading stream-of-consciousness style prose. And that his work defines southern gothic as a genre for me. Am Lit I/II in high school ruined Faulkner for me - I think if I'd read it in college or later I might've appreciated it more. Ditto for Hemingway. And Fitzgerald.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

So see, Dante was trying to make sure Sandy knew that he's specialer to you than she is!

Ugh. I remember having to read The Sound and the Fury in hs, I guess 11th grade? And it was one of those classes where we had to do reading journals and after each section of book we had to summarize what we read and our reactions to it and blahblahblah, and I hated that writing style but the book was kinda emotionally disturbing, if I remember correctly.

I think that due to the changing times/generations, most high school students can't fully appreciate those types of works, even though they can understand them. Does that make any sense?