Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I was off Saturday morning and early afternoon which were given over to the director, sound and lighting designers setting levels and achieving preliminary looks for each cue. I worked on cleaning out a side sun porch where all my daughters' college stuff had been stored, books and dorm stuff, most of which (predictably?) they no longer want. Because this glassed-in porch was so full, I hadn’t used it for a long while and made the grim discovery that the porch roof had begun to leak and cause water damage. I'll have to have a new roof put on it in the interest of selling the house.
The day improved hugely when I met Steve of the blog Chaos for brunch. He wanted to discuss some issues in relation to parenting, a role he has recently assumed unexpectedly and under interesting circumstances that can be checked out on the blog. Steve turns out to be a great guy--sharp, funny, wonderful company--whose pictures don't begin to hint at how good looking he is. An hour at the Trident Bookstore Café on Newbury Street flew by, then I walked back across the river in gorgeous weather to Cambridge to begin the next phase of the tech rehearsal.
This part went from 3 until 10:40pm with an hour out for dinner. I worked through the break, taking care of several painting notes and bringing in coffee and a sandwich to eat once the ongoing rehearsal resumed at 6:30. I took my last notes of the day at the short production meeting while the actors were getting out of costume. This play feeds voraciously on props, a new list of which I had to look forward to gathering. We also suffered the malfunction of the red and blue guns on the bigger of the video projectors so that the images spread over the whole stage from time to time all came out a livid lime green. Then I was out the loading dock of the theater and on the road north just after 11pm, slipping into bed with him at midnight (route 93 was running fast Saturday night--85mph right up to exit 4 in New Hampshire). I had to be back at MIT the next morning to set up for the tech to resume at 1pm, so we had very little time together but that was preferable to not seeing him for what would have amounted to two weeks.
Yesterday began the most insane week of all. The first dress rehearsal, the beginning of the spring term with students registering for classes—I teach two during this, my last term at the Institute. These are days when I'm in at 7am and hope to be out by 11:30pm. I drive home, undress and get into bed, get up in the morning, dress and go to work. My cat HATES these days and I'm not so thrilled either, but that's what's necessary to get a production on stage.
I notice that Bozo has developed an expanded identity. Several times now I've heard him describe himself as The Decider. No matter what Congress or the Military or the Judiciary or the American People might want or feel to be the best course of action, it is Bozo who will Decide.
What are the implications of this change on the future of the Presidency? Will our candidates run for the Decidership of the United States of America? their wives becoming the First Decideresses? their seconds in command becoming Vice-Decider?
What about the peripheral titles? Decider-in-Chief of the Armed Forces? Will the press refer to him as the Decider of the Free World? Bozo has certainly shown a great willingness to make everybody in the world's decisions for them. And the Presidential March will have to be rewritten--"Hail to the Decider" just doesn't scan.
I'm reminded of a time a little over 2000 years ago when the Romans, famed for their representative republican form of government, woke up one morning to find that a man named Octavius had decreed himself Emperor Caesar Augustus. The Senate and the people's Tribunes would no longer drive Rome's government; the Emperor who had formed a major partnership with the military would henceforth make all Decisions. On matters of life and death, HE would Decide. Canceling out many of the citizenry's civil rights, he turned the Senate into a rubber stamp.
I mention this because now we have a Decider, too. Fortunately, we took control of the House and the Senate in the very nick of time.
George W Bush: struggling to Decide, and having Decided.
hang in there - and Break a Leg!
I'm still sorting out in my head why so many video feeds are necessary or desirable in a live theater presentation--or why all this video at all. This probably marks me as very old fashioned, but why should I want to go to the theater to watch television?