August 31st, 2002

2013 work pic (2)

(no subject)

The play, Carved in Stone, was pretty good. It was a pure exercise in playing characters off each other but I go for that kind of thing.

It was, as Sarah said, a crowd-pleaser for affluent gay men. I wondered how much of that slant would be there given the basic "dead gay playwrights" theme, and the answer was quite a lot. S'okay, it was pretty funny. And their portrayal of, for instance, Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas were the kind of thing straight folks have more trouble getting away with :-)

It *did* mean that I thought the Judy Garland interlude was overdone, but it could have been much worse.
2013 work pic (2)

(no subject)

Dave Sim has put out another issue of Cerebus, as he does month by month. Nineteen more issues to go. Two hundred eighty one finished, month by month.

He's started reinterpreting the Bible. I have to respect many of the conclusion's he's reaching, not out of agreement but because he's making some lovely distinctions that I never even considered. Of course, I'm going to need to learn Hebrew or Aramaic if I'm to doublecheck him. He's still reinterpreting classic literature in some very unusual and unexpected ways.

Collapse )

I liked his Middle Eastern political commentary and the history of the ascent of Mohammed in Medina and Mecca. He's been using the extra "editor's pages" for essays lately, and I approve of the overall quality of his work. He and I disagree politically, but he explains his positions and their reasoning quite well.
2013 work pic (2)

(no subject)

Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays... I don't think about them much. I like to take other people out to a restaurant on my birthday, somehow it just seems right. But I do that pretty often anyway.

Other than that, I ignore them to the extent I can get away with it. I'm not particularly good at giving gifts, particularly not on a deadline. I do nice stuff for people pretty often just as a day-to-day thing, but that's not much to do with holidays.

Still, I think the back of my mind knows. I know it knows when I'm forgetting something major, or there's a big one coming up and I'm just not figuring out what to do -- mother's day, a friend's birthday that I should really do something about... But I think I remember, even when I don't know I remember, and it sets a tone.

That would explain a lot about today, and about the last couple of days.