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I have been totally, out-of-control, hyper for the past few days. I'm feeling a little better grounded this morning, but the experience has been completely surreal. Not in the least because I seem to be responding to social cues like a 15-yr-old girl. Every situation seems fraught politically, and of extreme personal importance, and I am overthinking everything.
I'm not sure how many of you remember junior high, but for me it was intensely political. There were so many factions and pitfalls, and friends could turn on you in a matter of seconds. I always imagined the Roman Forum being something like junior high with all that intrigue and excess going on. (And vomiting.)
Someday, someone will need to re-cast Julius Caeser as a play about junior high girls. A sort of Heathers meets Shakespeare. (Although, one of my favorite things about Caeser is the male camraderie. I generally feel that the women's roles are so unimportant in that play, it's is easier to just cut them entirely.) Perhaps this is why the play is always being taught to clueless teenagers... not that I could've gotten anything out of it that age.
[Third Citizen: Your name, sir, truly.
Cinna the Poet: Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen: Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
Cinna the Poet: I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth Citizen: Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Does anyone else find this funny? I always find myself guffawing at this part of the play, to the horror of most of the audience.]
Suffice to say, it looks like it's going to be an intensely social couple of weeks.
I have more to say, but stringing sentences together is a problem this morning, and I still have to finish a book review, in which it took me the better part of three hours to write two paragraphs.
DISTRACTED!
I'm not sure how many of you remember junior high, but for me it was intensely political. There were so many factions and pitfalls, and friends could turn on you in a matter of seconds. I always imagined the Roman Forum being something like junior high with all that intrigue and excess going on. (And vomiting.)
Someday, someone will need to re-cast Julius Caeser as a play about junior high girls. A sort of Heathers meets Shakespeare. (Although, one of my favorite things about Caeser is the male camraderie. I generally feel that the women's roles are so unimportant in that play, it's is easier to just cut them entirely.) Perhaps this is why the play is always being taught to clueless teenagers... not that I could've gotten anything out of it that age.
[Third Citizen: Your name, sir, truly.
Cinna the Poet: Truly, my name is Cinna.
First Citizen: Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
Cinna the Poet: I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth Citizen: Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Does anyone else find this funny? I always find myself guffawing at this part of the play, to the horror of most of the audience.]
Suffice to say, it looks like it's going to be an intensely social couple of weeks.
I have more to say, but stringing sentences together is a problem this morning, and I still have to finish a book review, in which it took me the better part of three hours to write two paragraphs.
DISTRACTED!
