What do you get when you have eight Afghans and me in a van together? Not a lot of conversation. But there are a lot of smiles, thumbs-up, and “goods” to go around. Today I got my first look at the rehearsal process, and it is so interesting. Our director speaks German, English, French, and a bit of Dari (the language the play is in), but a lot of the translation goes through another actor who speaks both English and Dari. And then there’s another actor who speaks German and Dari, and then one that speaks only Dari. And then there’s me. Who can only speak English. And can understand the bits of French spoken. Oh, did I mention that I am now going to stage manage this play?
I’m not complaining at all though. This is something that I should be expected to do, something that I can do, and something that I want to do (although I’m exceedingly nervous). Sure I can’t read any sort of Persian, but that’s the miraculous thing about this entire production. It’s going to be so interesting. I just really need to
ISN’T THE MUSIC RIGHT AFTER CORAL DIES IN FINDING NEMO THE SADDEST THING EVER? I WANT TO CRY RIGHT NOW SO BADLY. GAH. NEMO, YOU ARE THE BRAVEST FISH EVER AND YOUR DAD IS SO AWESOME TOO. TEARS LIKE THE OCEAN HE TRAVERSED.
learn this play like I know Meryl Streep’s (hereafter known as “Meryl,” “Ms. Streep,” or “Her Excellency”) œuvre. Pages is telling me that I spelled that wrong. Probably the ‘o’ and ‘e’ together. Oh well. But in all seriousness, my emotions in emoticons right now is a mix between
:| :S :O }:-}
That last one is the Grinch when he gets his nasty idea. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t read or seen the story. I’m not feeling nasty either, I just wanted to make that emoticon. I think my sister has a variation of it that is even gnarlier. I forget how to do it though.
Went into the city of Bangalore today as well (it’s about an hour away). The ride there consists of this: BEEP BEEP speed bump BEEP BEEP oh look a cow BEEP speed bump speed bump BEEP ow my tailbone BEEP is that a banyan tr- BEEP oh good we’re driving on the opposite side of the road BEEP BEEP did we just hit a goat BEEP
It’s quite special. Anyway, we saw some classical Indian dance. Beautiful. Also, I’m very envious. Never before have I wanted so badly to wear jangly ankle bracelets, bright orange costume, and a egregiously long fake braid. But seriously, the woman dancing was great. I really wish I understood Hindi so that I would get the story being told in between the dance numbers, but that’s not high on my list right now.
I shall now go and sleep. And write in my travel journal. What do I write in my travel journal that I don’t include in these blog entries, you ask? My deepest, darkest thoughts. And by that, I mean my Broadway play in progress. And by that I mean a series of short stories based on my experiences in India. And by that I mean short summaries of what I did in the day.
And by that I mean badly-drawn pictures of dinosaurs.
Mainly stegosauruses.
I’m not complaining at all though. This is something that I should be expected to do, something that I can do, and something that I want to do (although I’m exceedingly nervous). Sure I can’t read any sort of Persian, but that’s the miraculous thing about this entire production. It’s going to be so interesting. I just really need to
ISN’T THE MUSIC RIGHT AFTER CORAL DIES IN FINDING NEMO THE SADDEST THING EVER? I WANT TO CRY RIGHT NOW SO BADLY. GAH. NEMO, YOU ARE THE BRAVEST FISH EVER AND YOUR DAD IS SO AWESOME TOO. TEARS LIKE THE OCEAN HE TRAVERSED.
learn this play like I know Meryl Streep’s (hereafter known as “Meryl,” “Ms. Streep,” or “Her Excellency”) œuvre. Pages is telling me that I spelled that wrong. Probably the ‘o’ and ‘e’ together. Oh well. But in all seriousness, my emotions in emoticons right now is a mix between
:| :S :O }:-}
That last one is the Grinch when he gets his nasty idea. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t read or seen the story. I’m not feeling nasty either, I just wanted to make that emoticon. I think my sister has a variation of it that is even gnarlier. I forget how to do it though.
Went into the city of Bangalore today as well (it’s about an hour away). The ride there consists of this: BEEP BEEP speed bump BEEP BEEP oh look a cow BEEP speed bump speed bump BEEP ow my tailbone BEEP is that a banyan tr- BEEP oh good we’re driving on the opposite side of the road BEEP BEEP did we just hit a goat BEEP
It’s quite special. Anyway, we saw some classical Indian dance. Beautiful. Also, I’m very envious. Never before have I wanted so badly to wear jangly ankle bracelets, bright orange costume, and a egregiously long fake braid. But seriously, the woman dancing was great. I really wish I understood Hindi so that I would get the story being told in between the dance numbers, but that’s not high on my list right now.
I shall now go and sleep. And write in my travel journal. What do I write in my travel journal that I don’t include in these blog entries, you ask? My deepest, darkest thoughts. And by that, I mean my Broadway play in progress. And by that I mean a series of short stories based on my experiences in India. And by that I mean short summaries of what I did in the day.
And by that I mean badly-drawn pictures of dinosaurs.
Mainly stegosauruses.
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