partings and promises
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yamamanama"The trains are really starting to show their age." Good thing we're getting new ones in a few years. I decided I'd take the Green Line to Haymarket instead. One passenger said to just let the federal government handle everything, but I don't know, that probably won't work.
You know how hair can be so black it looks blue. A woman's hair looked like that, only it actually was blue.
A woman had blue hair and a tattoo of a lotus and vines she says on her back and of a dead twisted tree with the vague outline of a dying sun and daffodils and foxgloves and three-petaled flowers that I thought were rafflesia but probably aren't. Rafflesia, after all, have five petals.
A woman had a blue flower tattoo on her shoulder.
I remembered her name: Luna like the moon, Val like Summer King, Winter Fool, except not, because it's probably short for Valerie and not for Valemar. I got the portrait of her I wanted to do and she says that the best way to hear her music is to hear her live; one of the bands she's in has a horribly inappropriate name which she did not repeat to me and one of them is called Crust. Her coworker says she's pretentious like that.
And hopefully not Valzeras either, Valzeras sucks. Fuck the alt-right. Fuck Trump, fuck Brexit, fuck 4chan, fuck 8chan, fuck Gamergate, fuck Alex Jones, fuck Milo, fuck Teddy Beale, fuck Infowars, fuck Wikileaks, fuck the Religious Right for biting their tongues and voting Trump, fuck the moderate right and fuck the democratic party for welcoming the moderate right into their fold, and fuck anyone who stands for this.
A woman who looks vaguely like Emma and vaguely like Hannah (the Hannah who told a story about seagulls; I met a different Hannah as well as a Mae) as well says she's not nearly as good as I am; she likes to draw things in the moment.
She was drawing a keyhole while I was drawing her.
The woman who was involved with costuming, whose name may or may not be Brooke, has a tattoo of a dagger through a rose.
The Boys From Syracuse is the first musical adaptation of Shakespeare's work and it was apparently edited, rewritten, and overmarked so many times that the original score was unreadable, so someone spent a lot of time pouring over it to give us the second performance of the original score ever.
It's A Comedy Of Errors, which is pretty much the Shakespearian equivalent of The Three Stooges, updated for the 1930s, with a score of swing done in woodwinds and strings. Antipholus of Syracuse (Sicily, not New York) visits Ephesus (in modern-day Turkey, part of the Ottoman Empire and completely abandoned in Shakespeare's day) and everyone mistakes him and his bondsman Dromeo for locals, including Dromeo of Ephesus' girlfriend and Adriana, Antipholus of Ephesus' wife, and Antipholus of Syracuse falls in love with Adriana's sister Luciana, and one of them gets arrested, and nobody has any idea what's going on until they meet at the temple. The goldsmith is Angelo and the merchant is Balthazar. There's a Fatima named in the script of the musical.
Turns out they're twins. Dromio and Dromio are also twins. They must've been named by the same parents who named Merry in Avernum 3.
There wasn't a plot summary in the booklet and I haven't actually seen A Comedy Of Errors except when the drama club at my high school put on a scene for us during my senior year, one of the Dromios wore a trash can lid on his head, and Antipholus beat Dromio with a rubber chicken, and we had an intro in which one of the main female characters tried to summarize the play but only ended up confusing herself.
In this case, it's a double meaning: a reference to the Shubert Brothers from Syracuse, NY. The Shubert theater is named after those guys. I thought it was named in honor of Franz Schubert, though I have no idea why that would be the case.
It started to rain just as they finished the play. As I said to Gabriella, now I know what I'll have stuck in my head for the next week.
The two people I sketched in a group of about ten really liked my portraits of them, at least. The rest of them got off at Downtown Crossing.
A woman had a tattoo of a feather dissolving into beads at the tip.
A man had sunglasses on the back of his head so that tigers will not sneak up on him.
I may not update again until Saint Ajora's Day. That is normal.
I'd say something about exuberance and interwar music and the exuberance of this summer but by the time this premiered, war was inevitable in Europe with the Anschluss and the Munich Agreement, and in Asia, the war was going on full force.
Even with a Trump loss, there will be hardship. The Republican party is becoming an alt-right party, the Democrat party is welcoming into their fold people with right-wing social positions.
As I said four years ago, I think I'd better concentrate on the present and forget about what's to come. This is going to be a long autumn.
burning question: you mean to tell me there are people out there who believe that happiness has nothing to do with outside forces and that anybody who's convinced that it is is being manipulated by the government?
You know how hair can be so black it looks blue. A woman's hair looked like that, only it actually was blue.
A woman had blue hair and a tattoo of a lotus and vines she says on her back and of a dead twisted tree with the vague outline of a dying sun and daffodils and foxgloves and three-petaled flowers that I thought were rafflesia but probably aren't. Rafflesia, after all, have five petals.
A woman had a blue flower tattoo on her shoulder.
I remembered her name: Luna like the moon, Val like Summer King, Winter Fool, except not, because it's probably short for Valerie and not for Valemar. I got the portrait of her I wanted to do and she says that the best way to hear her music is to hear her live; one of the bands she's in has a horribly inappropriate name which she did not repeat to me and one of them is called Crust. Her coworker says she's pretentious like that.
And hopefully not Valzeras either, Valzeras sucks. Fuck the alt-right. Fuck Trump, fuck Brexit, fuck 4chan, fuck 8chan, fuck Gamergate, fuck Alex Jones, fuck Milo, fuck Teddy Beale, fuck Infowars, fuck Wikileaks, fuck the Religious Right for biting their tongues and voting Trump, fuck the moderate right and fuck the democratic party for welcoming the moderate right into their fold, and fuck anyone who stands for this.
A woman who looks vaguely like Emma and vaguely like Hannah (the Hannah who told a story about seagulls; I met a different Hannah as well as a Mae) as well says she's not nearly as good as I am; she likes to draw things in the moment.
She was drawing a keyhole while I was drawing her.
The woman who was involved with costuming, whose name may or may not be Brooke, has a tattoo of a dagger through a rose.
The Boys From Syracuse is the first musical adaptation of Shakespeare's work and it was apparently edited, rewritten, and overmarked so many times that the original score was unreadable, so someone spent a lot of time pouring over it to give us the second performance of the original score ever.
It's A Comedy Of Errors, which is pretty much the Shakespearian equivalent of The Three Stooges, updated for the 1930s, with a score of swing done in woodwinds and strings. Antipholus of Syracuse (Sicily, not New York) visits Ephesus (in modern-day Turkey, part of the Ottoman Empire and completely abandoned in Shakespeare's day) and everyone mistakes him and his bondsman Dromeo for locals, including Dromeo of Ephesus' girlfriend and Adriana, Antipholus of Ephesus' wife, and Antipholus of Syracuse falls in love with Adriana's sister Luciana, and one of them gets arrested, and nobody has any idea what's going on until they meet at the temple. The goldsmith is Angelo and the merchant is Balthazar. There's a Fatima named in the script of the musical.
Turns out they're twins. Dromio and Dromio are also twins. They must've been named by the same parents who named Merry in Avernum 3.
There wasn't a plot summary in the booklet and I haven't actually seen A Comedy Of Errors except when the drama club at my high school put on a scene for us during my senior year, one of the Dromios wore a trash can lid on his head, and Antipholus beat Dromio with a rubber chicken, and we had an intro in which one of the main female characters tried to summarize the play but only ended up confusing herself.
In this case, it's a double meaning: a reference to the Shubert Brothers from Syracuse, NY. The Shubert theater is named after those guys. I thought it was named in honor of Franz Schubert, though I have no idea why that would be the case.
It started to rain just as they finished the play. As I said to Gabriella, now I know what I'll have stuck in my head for the next week.
The two people I sketched in a group of about ten really liked my portraits of them, at least. The rest of them got off at Downtown Crossing.
A woman had a tattoo of a feather dissolving into beads at the tip.
A man had sunglasses on the back of his head so that tigers will not sneak up on him.
I may not update again until Saint Ajora's Day. That is normal.
I'd say something about exuberance and interwar music and the exuberance of this summer but by the time this premiered, war was inevitable in Europe with the Anschluss and the Munich Agreement, and in Asia, the war was going on full force.
Even with a Trump loss, there will be hardship. The Republican party is becoming an alt-right party, the Democrat party is welcoming into their fold people with right-wing social positions.
As I said four years ago, I think I'd better concentrate on the present and forget about what's to come. This is going to be a long autumn.
burning question: you mean to tell me there are people out there who believe that happiness has nothing to do with outside forces and that anybody who's convinced that it is is being manipulated by the government?
