Archive for July, 2004

In Other News

Monday, July 26th, 2004

I’m Feeling: Happy
I’m Listening To: Simon & Garfunkel – The Best Of…

   We went again to the Muny last night to see Breakfast At Tiffany’s, a musical adaptation of the novella/movie. It was a good story, but not the best musical theatre. It was fun, though… we got this crazy idea to dress up with the friends we go with… Hannah got dressed in the black dress, did her hair, and even wore the mini-tiara. It was neat. Fun times. It also made me realize I really need to have my suit pressed.

Responsibility Wins Out!

Monday, July 26th, 2004

I’m Feeling: Embarrassed
I’m Listening To: Simon & Garfunkel – The Best Of…

   I can’t believe what happened… I actually made an unbelievably responsible decision this week. I was at Circuit City (my personal Xanadu), looking for a KVM switch (I was inspired by Danny’s post), and while there I looked at, compared, and actually picked up and checked out with a new DVD burner, which I’ve wanted for a while, as well as a spindle of blanks for it. I even had the extra money, since I earned a bonus at work last month.
   I emerged proudly into the sunlight, carrying my bounty, got into the car, put the key in the ignition, and that’s when it happened:

responsibility

   It hit me that I couldn’t possibly rationalize this expense to my wife, and that we’d do much better to spend this extra money on, say, an oil change for her car, or put a little extra toward paying off the credit card, or student loan.
   As my eyes adjusted to the dimmer surroundings of Circuit City, I looked around like a lost puppy as the realization hit me that I had never had to return anything to this store. But I figured it couldn’t be too hard, and I was right. I went to the customer counter, and set my bag down. And that was when I realized that I couldn’t bear to tell the nice girl behind the counter about my stupidity. So I made something up about talking to my wife (you’re actually able to push the blame even further off when you say “my wife”), and finding out she’d already spent the discretionary money for the month.
   So it was either an exercise in responsibiliy or cowardice. You be the judge.

I Love Cleaning

Saturday, July 24th, 2004

I’m Feeling: Procrastinative
I’m Listening To: Taxiride – Imaginate

I don’t really love cleaning… but I do really like getting organized. There’s something about finally getting the desk cleaned off that brings an incredible sense of achievement. But I decided to rearrange the entire office and kind of purge a lot of the junk we don’t use any more. It’s proven a much more daunting task than I at first expected. Can you tell? Here I am doing this instead of cleaning. Oh, well… it’ll eventually get there. Of course, I knew I’d “eventually” be able to propose to Hannah, and that wound up taking an extra 7 months… hmmm.

Stuff I’ve Seen

Monday, July 19th, 2004

I’m Feeling: Content
I’m Listening To: Steve Martin concert, then The CranberriesEveryone Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?

It’s been a busy few weeks lately. Mostly, I’ve been working, but I’ve also been entertained a lot lately.

It amazes me the way some things can affect you. I don’t get it. I watched Braveheart on TV the other day. What an absolutely amazing film. It’s one of the few movies that can make me cry. Awesome.

We went with Hannah’s folks and family to the St. Charles fireworks display on the Fourth. It was a fantastic show. I decided once and for all that I could pretty much go for an entire show of just percussion shells with a few longer, more colorful bursts thrown in just to keep people from getting strobe-seizures.

I don’t like Cats. Not cats, as in the pets (although I’m much more a dog person), but Cats, as in Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s rock opera/ballet. While a lot of the music was decent, there was something I wasn’t getting. I think the thing I wasn’t getting was most of the point of the whole thing. I understood that there were Cats, and that they all had interesting, unique names (three of them, in fact), and that there is one really big, old, hairy cat that pretty much does nothing and is revered by the younger cats for it (in that respect he reminds me a little of the older Don Corleone), and that he chooses one cat to go to the Heaviside and be reborn as a new cat, which you apparently never get to see, despite the drama and enthusiasm with which they send her up the Heaven escalator.

Here’s my theory on why I really didn’t like Cats: I think it’s pretty much artistic just for the sake of being “artistic.” And I really don’t like feeling like if I don’t like it, or don’t really follow the story of a bunch of cats singing and dancing, that it’s because I’m somehow artistically stupid. I feel like the theatre community sometimes plays this game where things are considered art, and if you don’t “get it,” well you’re just some sort of art moron. I suppose I am not such a purist that I call things like that art, any more than I would the blank-page-making-a-statement-about-our-emptiness “art”, or the Virgin Mary with feces or whatever on her “art”. There has to be a line we draw where we say, “I’m going to be creative, I’m going to be artistic, and I’m going to do something that appeals in a unique, but somewhat direct way to my audience.” Feces doesn’t do that. I’d like to consider myself at the very least creative, if not artistic, and I still didn’t get Cats. My apologies to the theatre crowd. To say the least, I’m glad it was one of the shows that just simply came with our season tickets to the Muny, and not something I shelled out three hundred bucks to see on Broadway. That would’ve been a pretty big let-down.

On a lighter note, I went to the They Might Be Giants show this past Wednesday. It was excellent. They rocked the house, and the opening acts weren’t too shabby, either. It was the fourth of their shows I’ve seen, and while not the best, it was worth the ticket price ($20). Apparently, Danny went and saw them the next night in Columbia, and didn’t care for the opener. But, to each his own. If you’d like a little more info, check out Corn Mo and Common Rotation. Corn Mo is funny but a bit raunchy. Common Rotation is a much better group musically, raunchier than Corn Mo (in their talking, not in their music), and not quite as funny.

Finally, tonight we went and saw Annie in week 3 of our Muny tickets. Why is it that every musical tends to have one “stand-out” song, and it always seems to be the least-well-constructed, or at least most annoying, song of the entire show? I liked the play tonight, and liked most of the music, but still hate the song “Tomorrow”. Other similar shows are Cats (“Memory”) and Meet Me In St. Louis (title song). Oh, well; that should about do it for me.