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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Weird, very weird...

For some reason, Blogger decided that there were two December 2011's and that January 2012 just started. In the pageviews calendar, I mean. It is very weird. (Speaking of weird things, I know an extremely good way to make people think you're weird: say things like, "Of the chameleon's dish, I eat the air promise-crammed".)

Friday, January 20, 2012

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

So I watched a movie (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead) made of a play (of the same title) based on another play (Hamlet). For those of you who don't know-- that is, my wonderful blog friends I don't know in real life who, by the way, are totally welcomed here-- I'm in a production of Hamlet (playing Ophelia). If  I do know you in real life, you already know about Hamlet from my nonstop chattering about it since December. In fact, if you know me you probably expect me to type every Ophelia line right into this post, including the ones that aren't even in our abridged script, and include a full list of the characters each of my friends are playing. But I won't do that, because this post is about how Hamlet caused me to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead.
Anyway, my point is, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is just totally brilliant. It's like Hamlet's plot plus Monty Python's goofy rambling conversations. I can't even explain it very well, but basically it's a bunch of things going on in Elsinore Castle that aren't in Hamlet's script. In it, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are walking around when suddenly a troupe of magical traveling players (you know, the Murder of Gonzago ones?) transports them into Hamlet, where everyone seems to know them and nobody seems to know which of them is Rosencrantz or which is Guildenstern (which is hilarious because in Hamlet no-one can keep them straight, not that it ever matters which is which). And while they have to figure it all out, the players are mysteriously playing out everything that happens in what is now real life...
Yes, it sounds weird. But yes, it somehow works. And is great.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Friday the Thirteenth

Happy Friday the Thirteenth to you! Yes, it's a holiday. Maybe not quite an official one. And yes, I said "happy". I know it will be a very happy one, unless it isn't, in which case that will have nothing to do with it being Friday the Thirteenth. Here's what my family and I are doing to ensure that I have good luck, and to prove how ridiculous superstitions are. Some of them might not make sense unless you're a theater person. It actually seems that a lot of superstitions are common sense.
I opened a large umbrella in the house and twirled it around. My mom grabbed a salt shaker and "spilled" it on the table without throwing any over her shoulder. My brother crawled under a stepladder. I'm making a point of not knocking on wood, and of saying "Macbeth" a lot. You are not allowed to say "the Scottish Play" today! If I see a black cat, which I probably won't, I will follow it around. I wish I could go in a theater today, because if I could I'd whistle and knit a bunch. (Comment if I'm missing any superstitions.)
So happy Friday the Thirteenth!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Another Great Trip To... Steep Ravine!

I should have posted this earlier, but anyway... I went camping at Steep Ravine again. Steep Ravine is probably my favorite camping spot ever, because there are tidepools there, a nice beach, and a few good hikes. We stayed in a cabin this time, because it's Winter. But it's much more like camping than like staying in a cabin, because the cabins are two rooms and have no electricity. The cabins are right beside the sea. I wrote some poems about Steep Ravine, and here's my favorite one, about a time I couldn't sleep and stepped outside for a minute.

To awaken by night,
Glance across the two stars
Not hidden by the curtain
And hear the ceaseless thunder of the crushing ocean waves.
The door calls.
And outside
Not a bird. Not a hare.
Outside it is moon, stars, hill, grass, house, sea
And a person
Just one
To take it all in.

I also took photos of a lot of different things:

The ocean


 A campfire


The shoreline just after sunset


Flowers, rocks, and waves


Grass


My friend Evelyn, sitting on a rock


The cabin area and parking lot, as seen from a hill overlooking Steep Ravine


Plants


...and more.

Also, I came up with some really great... things you should never have to say!
Things You Should Never Have to Say is an ongoing list that my friends and I have. It started out where whenever someone gave advice that should not be needed (e.g. "Don't put a muffin in the VCR"), someone might say "Things you should never have to say!" But we have now extended the category to ridiculous things that people say. If you want to read more of them, Arina likes to compile lists of them on her blog. Here are some from the trip:
"Then we were, like, dead."
"Your life isn't worth it for an ice-plant."
"Ow!! Ow!! Ow!! That didn't actually hurt."
"Don't throw snails at people."
"I have Plot Armor, so I get regurgitated in Chapter Seventeen." Apparently, Rafie and Solomon believe in some dumb thing called Plot Armor, a theory saying that in every book the protagonist will be okay simply because they're the hero.
"Don't tape the napkins!"
"Here you go... oh wait, you don't want soy sauce on your pancakes."

All in all, I love camping at Steep Ravine.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

It is now 2012

Happy New Year everyone! If you had a good 2011, like I had, I hope your 2012 is just as good. If you had a bad 2011, then I hope your 2012 will be better.
Something about 2012: Last November we had and 11/11/11. Next December we'll have 12/12/12! Sadly, we won't have any more of those for about ninety years, and probably none of us will still be alive then. Well, I hope to be, because then I'll have lived in 3 different centuries, but I'm doubtful that it will actually happen.