I am supremely ridiculously swamped but I just had to blog a bit. Such is this semester - fall is just busier. I love my jobs so I'm not complaining - but there's not a lot of time for, well, blogging. Will get back to that over break. And the less-busy spring.
The Playwright's local inaugural festival went FANTASTICALLY. I'm super-pumped to jump into new programming ideas and further supporting Cleveland playwrights - the ones that exist, and those who don't yet know they're playwrights. ;) And if you think I'm being cheesily enthusiastic - by God, I am. Because I genuinely want to see more of their work.
I was also inspired to return to something I was working on this summer - Bad Jokes. My favorite thing I've done, writing-wise, here in Cleveland, has been either for The Manhattan Project or directly inspired by it - madcap, insane, sometimes-so-bad-its-good stuff, that is there to entertain. For Friday night's 10-minute readings, mine was the only serious one in there (an older play of mine), and I felt like a fish out of water. Especially considering I LOVE comedy. (The rest of them killed. Slayed. Holy cow.)
I have various goals over winter break but of course, writing is one of them.
Right now, it's still a goal, as well - to say the least. My strange love affair with Canton continues. I went there a few weeks ago (or longer - time has flown - and as my dear friend Amy said to me, "you don't understand October". As I got basically every event date wrong, the entire month) for a meeting, and ended up buying a few majestic items from a vintage store. I think I mentioned this. I WILL post about them. ...on winter break.
But anyway. I'm working on another draft of that right now. Casting is happening soon. !!! And then read-throughs. Holy cow. And then it goes up in February. Ok, I might be busy in the spring.
In the meantime, though, I'll continue my juggle. Along with dealing with someone freaking sawing off my catalytic converter on my Honda while I was at Saturday night's events. SHEESH. While I normally find comparisons rather odious, I have to pit this particular crime against something I truly fear: having my house broke into. Or worse. And, well, I'm kind of used to crime occurring to my car. My poor car. But - it's all good, overall. Truly. In the meantime I'm in a zippy compact Mazda. There are worse things. :)
And because I don't want there to be a dearth of pics in this post, here's a dorky outtake from trying to get a good one of my new glasses.
And by often, I mean near-constantly. It's closer to my heart than most things. It's always in my brain.
Partly because I'm an extreme ruminator. But mostly because I want to know. I want to know how I should look at the world at any given minute.
I've largely given up the extremes. I have no straight answers. They're all elliptical. But I try to stay on the side that functions. And thrives.
Well, I've thought that G-d is love, and if there's a G-d (which I hope there is), I know that that is true (love). So I don't like to think about G-d as much as I used to. Because love has not always been my favorite thing.
But you were, and are, one of my favorite things. And I love that I can love you so completely, and not feel any fear. Or hesitation.
And when I'm only capable of thinking about how we are matter, I feel better knowing that you still exist.
Because in my synapses, you are there. As long as I remember you. And I'll remember you until I can't remember anything. You are there. You live.
Last year, this day, was the worst day. Ever. Among some heavy contenders. Today, though, is full, and lovely. I just think that means that today is today. And this day last year was that day. Still, I remember it.
Man, what goes on around Halloween... you know what goes on? Terrible lawn decorations in nearby Parma (location of the best German restaurant, period - Das Schnitzel Haus, I'm not kidding) that make it to a newspaper in the UK???
Yes. But they took it down.
In the meantime, I watch many things, such as Creepshow. And anything else non-torture-related I can find. Haven't yet seen Crimson Peak but this weekend... there are also some other fine recommendations to catch up on. And Walking Dead. And... I love Halloween. A newish thing for me. But, hey. It's nice to have surprises in adulthood.
A student of mine asked me if I got dressed up for Halloween. I had to tell her the truth. No, I don't. Not really. I don't really have much of an occasion to. But I did tell her some thrifting tales.
And how for me, basically, Halloween is every day.
Like this vintage 80's Jessica McClintock for Gunne Sax dress that I spied at Unique during the run of one of my plays - and I needed more fabulousness that fit - and at first, I thought it was just a cheesy prom dress (I am a snob, in terms of prom dresses I will wear, though I am not a snob of prom dresses in general). But I practiced what I preached and I listened to the Mystical Thrifting Voice deep inside and I tried it on.
And that was that.
$12 later, I upstaged Molly Ringwald. What can I say.
In related news, I was "bad" this weekend and got a few things at a vintage store this weekend, in a favorite place of mine (go figure): Canton, Ohio. More on that later.
And in other related news, I've seen a heckuva lot of old-school Cleveland department stores representing at the local thrift stores, in the costume sections. If you want a slice of Halle's and such, there are things to be had. A lot of hats, I'm noting. But as I noted to the vintage-store lady, my feet and head are too big for a lot of vintage. (And then I tried on an $85 vintage white fur hat that fit. Man, did I want to buy it. Time to bust out the feather hat. It's not quite the same. Maybe I'll go back. Cleveland is very cold....)
I was in Berea, as I am three days a week, or more - I teach at Baldwin Wallace University (amongst other places) - and I went to the little charity thrift store that's only open on select days. Which is appropriate, because I only ever want select things from their select selection. ...They get a lot of nice, Berea-ish stuff. Which is not a dis. The last time I went there, I ended up with silk, completely-sequined black pants. For $10.
(When I say Berea-ish as well as include black sequin pants as my purchase, that makes it sound like the women of Berea are all Bob Mackie fans. While that would be totally rad, it's misleading: this is a quiet, lovely, middle/middle-to-upperclass community. So I see a lot of knit jackets and pantsuits and stuff like that, usually. And shoes with variations on the loafer theme. And "jean pants". Etc.)
But this last time I walked away with a vintage silver/champagne (I can't decide between the two) mink shrug, lined with silk, and with POCKETS. I dallied for a bit, because it was $20, but couldn't deny the truth: this was a STEAL.
Later that day, browsing Instagram, a favorite-but-pricey vintage dealer I enjoy listed nearly the exact same item (I'm not exaggerating; it was nearly the same, just slightly different styling) for $140.
And I showed it to the hubs, because I couldn't resist, and his reply: "I can see that bringing together many outfits." Probably the best thrift-item thing he's ever said.