8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[Or Messiah. "The Christ" (Greek) and "the Messiah" (Hebrew) both mean "the Anointed One"; also in verse 26.] the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."Yesterday when we were walking over to John Harvard's, Eric was asking me about how much my commute costs, and in the course of conversation he mentioned that HBS pays something like 40% for permanent employees, though he hasn't actually gotten around to taking advantage of it yet. I said I'm a cheap bitch so as soon as I'm hired permanent I'm all over that. He replied with something like, "I'm glad you said you're a "cheap bitch" [he even used air quotes]. I'll remember that next time I see you on a street corner." I hit him, repeatedly, with my umbrella.
13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
I played phone tag with AJ. She got a request for a letter of reference ~4pm on Dec. 12. I sent Jessica and Bianca my refs Sunday Dec. 4.
I spent a bit of time at the B&N at the Pru after dinner last night. They had 2 bookcases of Cultural Studies; out-facing books include Yell-Oh Girls, The Education of Little Tree, and Virginia Postrel's The Substance of Style. On my way out, I saw a display of Tammy Bruce's new book. When did she stop looking good? The book also looks like I would seriously disagree with her arguments, which makes me sad. [See here and here if you didn't know me back in February of '04.]
Walking down Dartmouth Street to the Huntington was slippery. Not great fun.
BCA Black Box is in the building next to the Calderwood (where the box office is) and said building has a bunch of doors. I walked into Cyclorama by accident, and on my way out was accosted by a woman asking if I had a pen. I did, so I gave it to one of the guys she was with, who scribbled something down on a piece of paper. Apparently she was helping him hook up with a Jude Law lookalike. I was a bit fuzzy on the details. I insisted I was happy to help, though. The other guy was much calmer and chatted with me. He asked if I worked here. "No." "Your boyfriend does?" "No." "Girlfriend?" "No." "So you're just hanging out here?" "No, I just took the wrong door."
Having read LJ, my mom called shortly before the play was to start to offer to pick me up at the train station and drive me home.
One of the Metros I happened to pick up recently (Dec. 9-11) gave P.S. Page Me Later a positive review, though my mom doesn't trust them since they panned Laughing Wild.
It's a series of vignettes all based on found texts. Some were better than others, and I thought it started off a bit slow. It was also sometimes played for laughs too much much for my taste. (Sometimes it was the playwrights doing that and sometimes I was just bugged that the audience was laughing at stuff that felt more poignant/sad than funny to me. 'Course I'm a big softie.)
It was really interesting to see them extrapolate a whole story from a single found item.
One enjoyable sketch was a girl returning to her suburban home after a year at Brown (where she's majoring in Art as Social Commentary, or something like that).
when her parents complain about her and her boyfriend being all over each other: "This is how we are at school. I want my identity to be singular."
answering a question about her high school boyfriend: "He only know the high school Dolly. We can't relate."
One wonderful piece was an Art Theory course evaluation:
"I have no idea how I'm being evaluated."
"Her 25-pound cat clawed me in the genitals."
"If I could write this in blood and tears, I would."
Other highlights: the stick figure Jesus and the city morgue party.
The second half of the show gets increasingly sad, which I approved of. I really disliked that they ended the kids' letters series (which literally made me cry) with an abrupt amusing letter, but "The Red Balloon" and "W/B/S" were the ending pieces, and they did allow people to be quiet and sad.
I know that Dartmouth comes up really quickly when I'm walking back from the Huntington, so I usually make myself watch the street signs, but I kinda zoned out last night. Now I know where BPL South End Branch is, though :) Walking back to Dartmouth I passed an inebriated guy who told me I was very pretty. Going up Dartmouth I crossed the one street where I had legit slipped on my way down and even though I knew it was the same street I hurried (there had been traffic, so I wasn't in the mood to stroll) and I gracefully fell smack on my ass. Go me.
Got an e-mail from Amazon this morning saying Serenity was available for pre-order. How many days ago did I place my pre-order?
Brokeback Mountain is playing at Loews Harvard Square 5 (10 Church St., Cambridge, MA 02138) and Coolidge Corner Theatre (290 Harvard Ave., Brookline, MA 02446).
fabu has a poll on feedback -- for writers and/or readers.
I made Thai pasta for Nicole's potluck -- for which I am leaving soon and from which I will likely return late. Have a good night, y'all.