Mom and dad arrive on the morrow. By the time they get here I expect to have the first van-load loaded and ready to go. Ron is pissed as hell – they wouldn’t let him fly back home tonight even though he is ‘illegal’, meaning he has maxed out his hours for the trip – they told him to complain to the union and suck it up. He is pissed and feeling guilty.
My ‘blogging for business’ seminar went well – I only had a handful of people – but that helped me pilot the content before a studio audience. I feel trepidatious about trying to be a big blogging guy. I cringe when the couple of times I’ve been introduced as a ‘blogging guru’. I’m nowhere near the status of the true pioneers of the blogging format. I just like teaching people about how damned cool it is. I like to be more of a techno-evangelist than anything. I’m sure Ron could weep like Tammy Faye.
Looking forward to eating with mom and dad. Don’t forget that I come from a family of big eaters. That has been tuned down lately due to a diabetes affliction (not me). I want to take them to all new restaurants this time around. I think we’ll have a fancy dinner at Yoshi’s. And breakfast at Melrose and/or Stella’s and/or Nookie’s. Also want to eat with them at Ecce and perhaps an Italian lunch at Maggiano’s downtown. They’ll probably hit the museums while I work on Wednesday and Thursday. Actually I jsut realized that they leave Thursday afternoon so maybe I’ll try to weasel a half day of work Thursday and then work another four hours after they fly home.
Killed 2 silverfish today. Shiver and be scared.
I realized that being boxed in by Roscoe as well as Broadway means there’s no street I can walk on looking like hell. Or at least – walking with Ron. He’s very keen on always dressing well and because these streets are high-visibility – I can’t go out looking trashy.
I still think I have too much shit. I’ve decided not to unpack everything initially but go box-by-box. I mean, I did this as I put the stuff in the boxes but I’m sure some stuff has slipped in that I don’t need to transport for the rest of my life. I”m tempted to buy a sheet-fed scanner at Best Buy and scan everything and then return it.
I found my actor notes from my Antigone thesis: “Stop pausing. Unless the script says ‘pause’ do not stop talking. I could drive a truck through some of tonight’s pauses.” I find dialogue very rhythmic – like a whole-body vibration and I say and read a scene out to myself many many times before an actor gets to. Every last comma and period is agonized over. I’d forgotten my tagline for the production: “explodes a story from the heroic past into our neurotic present”. Ever the marketingwhore.
I missed this: National Concealed Carry for Cops legislation has been signed. I’m no expert – but there was a big stink in the Trib today that this essentially stomps on states’ rights. (Trib link requies login – stick to the bastards and use BugMeNot.). I really don’t like the idea of retired cops running around with guns.
The bikram center finally opened up – oh yeah – sweat-your-nuts-off-yoga!