Ah, me...I can't seem to make the time to write for my blog, and I want to say all these things about being very busy with work and evening commitments and all, but I just found an hour and a half to watch
The King of Kong (which was glorious--Werner Herzog could have made this documentary--check it out, especially if you're of a certain age).
I have pages of notes on
The Changeling, and I've done a second reading of Jonson's
Sejanus (Erin: I like it, especially that fifth act, although I wonder if it would work on the stage), and...I don't know what the problem is. Stuck in the Summer doldrums, I guess.
One thing I am excited about is that I may do a bit of acting, for the first time in like 15 years...just a bit, but still. My old college theatre has given me the chance to present a little Shakespeare at their open house this August, and I've secured the commitment of the remarkable actress who was our Lady Macbeth last year to act opposite me in Act I, Scene 4 of
Henry VI, Part 3--that incredible "Molehill" scene with the paper crown and all. I'll be enacting Richard, Duke of York, and she'll be doing Margaret, and it's very exciting--a chance to turn everything up to 11 and really lift the roof off the rafters.
And it's a busy schedule of theatre going, of course--I just saw a superb
Merchant of Venice at the Georgia Shakespeare Festival, and I'm flying to Denver on Saturday to see
Henry VIII, one of the eight Shakespeare plays I haven't yet seen live on stage. There's a reasonable chance I'll be able to see the last seven by this time next year, God willing and the creek don't rise (
All's Well that Ends Well,
Timon of Athens,
The Two Noble Kinsmen,
2 Henry IV,
Antony and Cleopatra,
Richard II, and, believe it or not,
King Lear).
So, at least I've mustered the energy to check in. Perhaps this will clear the psychic logjam and let me get on with the Great Middleton Experiment.
