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Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
Most people's lives—what are they but trails of debris, each day more debris, more debris, long, long trails of debris with nothing to clean it all up, but, finally, death....
—Violet Venable, Suddenly Last Summer, sc. 1, by Tennessee Williams
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7:26:50 PM
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We did a full rehearsal run of the show yesterday, and I got through it for the first time without picking up a book. If I have to stuff one more thing in my head, I'm sure that something else will leak out. I'm still frustrated at this point: I'm spending most of my energy retrieving words and little of it acting: executing tactics, reacting to what's going on, monitoring and editing what I'm doing. I'm also struggling with Danforth's physicality: he is rigid (put aside all that recent t'ai chi training) but not inert. Lee (assistant director) said that she wanted him to be more flamboyant. What the heck does that mean? Andy is opening the show with the villagers processing through the house as if returning from church, singing William Billings' canon "When Jesus Wept." Elisa note-bashed us through it yesterday, and it's going to sound otherworldly and beautiful. Fortunately each of the three groups for the canon is anchored by a strong singer: Bob, Josh, and Justin.
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12:23:30 PM
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