One of those thinky thinks

I had the distinctly unique experience this week of gathering my things for the weekend, and in doing that put the dress I needed for a memorial service in the trunk of my car with the dress I need for a wedding. I stood at the trunk of my car in the parking lot of Dave's Bridal for a long time. I truly understand the phrase "It gave me pause." Not that I didn't understand it before, but this truly gave me pause. I stood there for a long time just looking at the odd juxtaposition of the clothing in my trunk. I have heard people talk about that time in your life when you only see people at weddings and funerals. I just didn't suppose that you got there at 33.
There was a person at the memorial that I had not seen in 15 years. I again was given pause. He looked exactly the same. He in fact looked so much the same, that it seemed very natural for him to be sitting where he was, and I walked right by him, then paused. When I turned back around, I was met with the pleasant surprise that despite how much I have changed in 15 years, he knew exactly who I was. Without intention or discussion, purely by accident, a large group of those of us who paraded around North Coast Rep like we owned the place sat together in a row. We were the staples of the late 80's and early 90's, and we were referred to at the service as the old guard. What was so touching for me was to be right there in the middle of it. We were all there to honor an amazing man. He really was, well liked, and every one who spoke of him said the only thing larger than his mind (which was immeasurable) was his heart, yet people were thanking me for being there.

Blog Block

Tonight is the last performance of All This and Moonlight. I met some great people, and for that I am very grateful. I am not so sad to see the show over though. This one wore me out, on a number of levels. Mostly mental and emotional, and that always adds to the physical.
I am on to bigger and better, or smaller and newer actually, as I am going to try my hand at directing, and that is going to be interesting and scary, but the good kind of interesting and scary.
I was motivated to blog this morning, but as I sit down to do it, I am finding that I don't have much to say.
Chaz is busy working away at his computer, and I enjoy watching him work. When he is editing there is a lot of pacing involved, and I think he looks a little like a mad scientist. It reminds me of Joe writing his poetry late at night, though Joe mad me think of what Beethoven might have looked like, his hair bedraggled and messy working on something by candlelight, late in to the night, that he would later present as his masterpiece. Chaz makes me think of Tesla, or what Tesla might have looked like making something, and working his butt off and someone else is going to get the glory for it.
Chaz is designing something to showcase another person, demo or a reel or a web-site. It will be up to the person trying to sell themselves to remember to say, by the way, Chaz did this for me.
It is four months in to 2009 and I am not close to any of the goals I set for myself. 1/3 in. I can still do something, I still have time. I sort have this after my surgery deadline now. Wow, it is lovely to give yourself an excuse to not do anything. But, the surgery is in June, and then it will be warm again. I love summer. I love the heat, and I just love being outside.
Not that days like today are not beautiful, but, if I were outside, I would be annoyed, because I just want to feel sunshine on my face and that all over hug of summer air.
Tonight will be a late night, but I have mastered the art of making it look like I am doing something during a set-strike, when really all I am doing is pacing. I am proud of that talent. Probably does not win me a lot of points on the grand scale of give and take in life, but, it gets me out of labour intensive activity. My main concern is Josh's projector and getting it back to him. Next on the list is getting paid back for all my running props, then it is pace till it feels like a good time to leave. A very manageable course of action. Spoiled little princess does not lift things, nor break a sweat!

The times are tough!

So I heard this morning that the company that is Muzak, THE company that supplies elevators and shopping centers with the all instrumental melody versions of the classics that get stuck in our heads has had to file for bankruptcy. Now, blessedly it is only chapter 11, meaning that they are going to restructure and they are protected from their creditors while they do so, so they can find a way to get out of the debt they are in, or, then if they have to, file for chapter 13 and eventually shut down.
I say to you readers this is a tragedy! I would not know such wonderful songs as Girl from Iponema if it were not for what this company has done.
Is this what the world is coming to? What would the malls be with out the faint hint of a song you sort of recognize being played just soft enough that you are not sure if you hear it or not. These are the things that memories are made of. That extra bit that makes the sense of it whole.
Imagine the scene in A Christmas Story that takes place in the department store with out the background music.
The Blues Brothers in the elevator at the Cook County Assessor's Office!
Have we finally reached the point where the small details really don't matter any more?
While we are all caught up paying attention to a crazy lady who had too many babies, we are losing a bit of history.
Long live elevator music, department store background noise, mall melodies, and all those moments set to songs that you think you recognize but you were not quite sure because the words were not there, and it made the moment like a dream.
Those are the best. Hang on to the sound track of you life.