Re-org

It's been a tumultuous few weeks.

After a wedding disaster, there's been quite a lot of emotional brouhaha to deal with.



You wouldn't think pretty pretty Santa Barbara could be the site of such dramz, but indeed. I think I've dealt and I've let it all go--it doesn't even seem real anymore. On the work front, I've been doing not a lot: mainly woolgathering and outlining and planning.

Over the course of these two weeks, I've spent a goodly portion of my time reading the archives to Carolyn Hax's advice column in the post, tell me about it. Not leaving the house or showering or really doing much of anything so as to be able to read advice given in 1998 is really not a good sign.

Time for a re-org.

Shows:
Peggy Shaw
Peggy Shaw gives a lot. And is the most endearingly sweet tiger ever. Menopausal Gentleman is a really amazing show, with a running throughline of the physical effects of menopause and the psychological ramifications for a butch lesbian and expressed in physical observation and gendered recasting of older songs. Loved it.

Desire under the Elms
Depressing. Eugene O'Neill. Unstable accents counteracted by beautiful staging. Great play--intense hatred and grasping characters make for fierce tension.

At the movies:
Rescue Dawn [Fictionalized Little Dieter Needs to Fly]

Harry Potter 5
Dude, if the color palate gets any darker in the next few movies, HP7 is going to be a simply a dark screen.

THE LISTS

to do work: Re-org reading notes binders. Make backwards outline of what I wrote a hundred years ago. Make new outline and work plan.
done! Organized all the files. Made new backwards outlines. Had successful meeting with advisor.

to do life: Pay down debt (currently $1,328.09). Procure dog. Redo taxes. Do fafsa. Send siff letter. Repot ginko tree and cactus. Call kombucha makers re bottle recyclying. Read Theri's paper. Fix beddinge with new screw. Prep fac club fellowship app. Purchase external hard drive to back up my computer files.
done: Re-did my taxes. Did the fafsa. Did the fac club fellowship app.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, dar, nv, ek, sf, marzena, thérèse, hen.

Netflixed:
The Syrian Bride

Rendez-Vous

Divine Intervention
When they say "vignettes," they ain't lying. Although at first I thought I would be deeming it unwatchable, I got into its rhythm.

Strayed
I am really on these french movies that examine how people respond to the destruction of their societies--the post-apocalyptic genre. I am learning many life lessons: in addition to guns and bottled water, you really cannot trust anyone and you need to abandon your moral codes re strangers straightaway. Oh, and be the first one in the house so you can ensure the telephone lines don't get cut.

Cars
Love me some pixar, but do not give two shits about cars or about car racing. And Owen Wilson is a smarmy douche and it makes the conversion of his character from self-centered fame-monger to caring community man difficult to hear.

Mostly Martha
I cannot believe they're remaking this movie. It was a bundle of loose ends: a downstairs neighbor who is clearly set up as a romantic interest then demoted to occasional babysitter then dropped entirely, a kid who expresses no emotional connection and says no a lot and then we're supposed to believe has an outpouring of emotion for Martha, a shitty psychiatrist whose purpose in the film seems to be as an auditor for her food porn voiceovers. All in all confusing and irritating. Moreover, Michael had not wanted to see it at all and so I delivered quite the victory to him when I declared in the middle of the movie that the forced romance was utterly repulsive.