Great news about your teeth! If they let you, I vote for keeping the Nov 2023 appointment in addition to making the new one. After all, you already have in your calendar. Did you schedule the appointment with a person or a piece of software?
today I introduced my class to Qursday and Jaterday. They caught on quickly.
My dentist says my teeth look good! I got x-rays and a cleaning. I'd like to say it was fun, but it wasn't.
On the way out, I accidentally scheduled an appointment for November 2023 instead of November 2022, so I need to reschedule for sometime earlier than a year and a half from now. I've got a message in to the office. I guess I can also keep that November 2023 appointment.
Today is supposed to be 90°--and then the rain and snow come in. Tomorrow we're scheduled for rain, turning into snow by Saturday. (Or Jaturday.) I think it's going to be mostly the heavy, wet kind of snow that damages trees but doesn't accumulate much, although the mountains could get two feet.
It is warm here today as well. That is a welcome change from it being HOT. I am sitting mostly comfortably outside as I do my laundry. Well, as the machines do my laundry. Wednesday is apparently laundry day at the hotel as there is a line for the two washers. This could have something do to with the "evening social" which is on Wed evenings. If you're coming down anyway for drinks and some snacks you might as well bring your laundry.
I feel like I'm still climbing up the hump, even though I suspect that I am supposed to be on my way down by now. It's kind of warm, and it's making me kind of sleepy. Bernadette was pulling at the leash for our entire walk, and we ran into three large dogs to whom she wanted to say hi.
I want some potato chips. Maybe I'll have to go out and get some French fries.
It was not very hot here today (low 70s), and I thought that this is the kind of weather I wish would stay around for a while. It's nice for walking. We went on a longer walk around the other side of the block.
My big day for stuff happening this week is Thursday, where I have everything from a breakfast to a dental appointment to a support group meeting planned. I am planning to bring my toothbrush to the breakfast, in case I don't have enough time to go back home before the dentist. But that's Thursday. I also did not have a lot going on today, which is why we were able to go on the longer walk.
That is not to say it wasn't hot. It wasn't humid so that made it much more comfortable. I almost went out by the pool after work. But my allergies are acting up so I thought it better to stay inside. Not much else going on today. N
While I came away from it fascinated and disturbed, I wasn't at all sure it had earned its shock ending, which pulled off the feat of being horrible to watch without being altogether surprising (or, perhaps mercifully, altogether convincing). For better or worse, it was effective enough that I found myself bristling in annoyed disgust at the very audible nervous laughter it occasioned among a not-negligible portion of the audience at this particular taped performance -- though I'm not sure whether shutting off that particular tension-release valve (if it were hypothetically somehow possible to do so) would make the ending more distressing or less so.
Reading Sara Holdren's 2019 Vulture review shortly afterward came as something of a relief: once again, she captured many of my own reactions to the show with startling precision. (I enjoyed her too-brief tenure as a critic here so much that I selfishly wish she hadn't moved to Chicago to pursue her Ph.D.).
Part of me wants to watch the whole thing again to see whether deliberately focusing my attention more on the relationships between these schoolgirls (and perhaps less on Shakespeare's characters, or their portrayals thereof) would make things any clearer. As Holdren points out, much of the (considerable) potential of a production like this would seem to lie in exploring the connections among the young performers, and between performers and roles. But in another sense, for better and worse, I think adaptor/director Erica Schmidt's ending actually does draw a lot of its power to upset from coming seemingly out of nowhere.
I also couldn't make out the very last line of the performance (which is not the very last line of Shakespeare's play). But multiple rewinds failed to clarify, so I doubt another full re-watch of the whole show would help on that particular front.
In any case, I understand why this production got so much buzz -- and also a slew of wildly mixed reviews -- when it opened: it's likely to stick in your brain and provoke conversation. I'd recommend it, as long as you're not too squeamish.
Catherine Cornell's deceptively stark, elemental set deserves mention. Less a static composition than a process unfolding over time, at once natural and ritual, it's one of those designs whose every smart choice, and the implacable logic governing them, can only be fully grasped afterward. (Cornell's portfolio page for Mac Beth traces its snaking evolution from concept sketches to model to stage, in different configurations for each of the play's three major productions to date).
It is Monday and my previous plans fell through/got pushed to Tuesday, so I've spent the afternoon working on some brochures and taking the dog for a walk, and I have nothing planned for this evening, aside from watching Jeopardy! and probably finishing the brochures. I told the client whose brochures I'm working on that I'll be taking the dog for a walk from 6:00 to 6:30, so he won't call during Jeopardy! time.