Meandering Musings

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Got a call from the shop fixing my computer. The good news? It was just the video card and it's ready to be picked up. The bad news? I won't be able to retrieve it until Thursday morning.

Had a lovely family weekend in Stratford (Ontario, not England, alas) with the family and mother-in-law. There was food, and hanging out, and trading off of child-minding time for expeditions to the theatre. I went to see a production of Chekhov's Three Sisters. And I liked it! That's two Chekhov productions in a row I've enjoyed. (My opinion of Chekhov used to be best summed by a quote from Withnail and I: "I loathe those Russian plays. Full of women, staring out of windows, whining about ducks going to Moscow." Funnily enough, though I enjoyed the play, Three Sisters is totally that Chekhov.)

I have signed up for the muncle Down the Chimney story exchange. I have clearly lost my mind. And if any of you is of an UNCLE bent, I encourage you to lose your mind in a similar fashion. (Now I just have to work out how to balance that and the dialj Christmas challenge.)

We finally caught up on Supernatural. Yay Dean! And Sam! And Cas, how totally much do I love you? Lots! (Seriously, if I had time I'd be reading every Dean/Cas story I could get my grubby paws on.)

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The only saving grace to being without the computer is that I've got my work laptop if I'm really in need of checking email. Or I can emotionally blackmail the Sweetie into letting me use his.

I've never been overly fond of that whole northern European, late 19th/early 20th century school of drama. (Chekhov, Ibsen, Stringberg. ::shudder::) But since I'm warming up to Chekhov, who knows...

Envisioning you staring out of a window in a Chekhov play amuses me. *g*

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I was never fond of it until I acted in Chekhov, Ibsen and Strindberg and then I got to like it a little more. It's never going to be my favourite period in drama, I prefer much earlier (Renaissance) and much later (Pirandello and Fo) but I don't actively dislike them any more.

Hey if you can do pensive, go with your strengths! *g*

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Acting in a play would no doubt make it far more interesting. There's definitely a lot of meat for a performer to dig into with those plays.

I've got similar taste in theatre: Renaissance and more modern plays . (I adore Beckett and particulary Stoppard past reason.)

I think Chekhov and his ilk make more sense in your middle age than when you're younger. When I encountered Uncle Vanya in my twenties, I was just frustrated with every character on stage. Why didn't they just do something? Now I have a greater sympathy for characters who find themselves trapped in situations, and unable to act. Though that didn't stop me from wanting to slap Irina silly in this production of Three Sisters when she was whining about having to work. Silly bint.

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I like Beckett in a more academic sense although I would have killed to see Stewart & McKellan in their recent performance of waiting for Godot. This was their idea of taking a bow:



I love Brecht -- yeah, I know a lot of people can't stand his work -- nigh on worship Stoppard and get a large charge out of the modern English playwrights in general like Brenton, Hare and Ayckbourn.

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There are definitely times I wish I still had the ability to take off at the drop of a hat to take in must-see theatre productions. (That's one reason the Sweetie and I get along so well. Pre-kidlet, I'd say something like "Antony Sher is doing Macbeth for the RSC," and his response would be "when are we going?")

I love Brecht too, the few productions I've seen. (There was a genius one of Three Penny Opera at our Stratford a few years ago.) And Michael Frayn! Between Noises Off, Copenhagen and Democracy, there's not a bad play between 'em.