romanticism and weird fish

written at midnight, monday / tuesday:

the fugard. r & j, an intelligent meta-theatrical take on romeo and juliet in a manner that's probably a far sight closer to the original than any other versions i've seen or heard of: four absolutely phenomenal male actors playing all the roles, using their boarding school props ingeniously and doing as good a job convincing us of their roles in the play as they do of their roles as mischievous school boys.
and the choreography is sterling and somewhat freaky.

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the hebrew equivalent of valentine's day began late. and i was tired. after my second mom made me an exquisite breakfast omelette, my mother and i picked up the theatre tickets and then pg and i went down to the waterfront to visit all the strange and cute marine life in the aquarium. the woman feeding the penguins made an incredibly good case for making a penguin promise.

we had lunch at fisherman's choice after learning about helicopter tours. we spent a short while munching sour worms on the breakers, then picked up brilliant milkshakes at the dodge on our way out. the one-armed man who followed us from the dodge to beg a couple of coins makes me more uncomfortable the more i think about him, because he only approached us when we were almost at the car :/

we had a good nap when we got home, woke up for a boerewors supper (i burned the tip of my tongue on reheated mashed potatoes), and then we left for the fugard.

even without the play, the fugard theatre is an experience in and of itself. they've taken the original building and converted it into a self-reflexive shrine. and it's gorgeous.

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there's no internet tonight, from any of the computers. *sigh*

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3am:

i've been writing. i'm feeling quite good about it.

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almost noon:

how the hell did that happen?!