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Many French Fries
Jul. 26th, 2010 01:25 amLunch at the Angry Dog with Eli, an ex-high school classmate of Ciro's, in from Philly. Lawyer, Harvard grad. Many conversations about Boston, New York, Derrida, ideal cases of certain foods (cannoli, bagels, pizza, tortillas, espresso), and the Supreme Court. He's in town for another few weeks, so perhaps we shall repeat the endeavor.
After a nap, plays directed and produced by an ex-student of mine (Richard), with other cast and crew roles filled by other ex-students. The scripts were limited by high school authors trying to imagine ways adults might act and sometimes misjudging, but there were a couple of transcendent performances (and at least one actor I'm thinking of writing a role for, though who knows what). Still, a pretty impressive effort all around, and more in line with my interests than most area theater.
Came home, made four mediocre pancakes, played very little guitar (my throat has not been cooperating with me lately), and went to see a late showing of Inception. This is the third time in just over a week. Ciro and I are not getting tired of it. It pleases us greatly to have something about which to be fannish. (And I think I will be sad when it leaves the big screen.)
About five people tried to call me today, all of whom I like and usually enjoy talking to, but I can't handle the phone right now. Too much to keep track of already; even good news would be an odd kind of pressure if it demanded an immediate response. I feel guilty about it, but I just couldn't take it today.
After a nap, plays directed and produced by an ex-student of mine (Richard), with other cast and crew roles filled by other ex-students. The scripts were limited by high school authors trying to imagine ways adults might act and sometimes misjudging, but there were a couple of transcendent performances (and at least one actor I'm thinking of writing a role for, though who knows what). Still, a pretty impressive effort all around, and more in line with my interests than most area theater.
Came home, made four mediocre pancakes, played very little guitar (my throat has not been cooperating with me lately), and went to see a late showing of Inception. This is the third time in just over a week. Ciro and I are not getting tired of it. It pleases us greatly to have something about which to be fannish. (And I think I will be sad when it leaves the big screen.)
About five people tried to call me today, all of whom I like and usually enjoy talking to, but I can't handle the phone right now. Too much to keep track of already; even good news would be an odd kind of pressure if it demanded an immediate response. I feel guilty about it, but I just couldn't take it today.
