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Jun. 27th, 2007 04:51 pmI got to spend the morning dancing, and then slapping people and being slapped around. I love stage combat so much, man, particularly working with someone who knows what they're doing.
Antigone has been cast satisfactorily (there will be picspams!). We've only blocked the first nine pages -- ie, the Chorus, the Nurse and Antigone, and most of Ismene and Antigone -- and that makes me a little twitchy. The director's speciality is voice and diction, so we spend an enormous amount of time making people pronounce and enunciate things correctly, and I sit there wanting to tap my watch and say "You have six kids in the wings doing nothing! You have four weeks to put this show up! Worry about something else!" But I don't. I will later.
The last two days have seen me being oddly nostalgic and starting stories with "Back in the old days . . ." F'r instance: karate class last night.
Six years ago, when I started karate, my sensei called me "Girl," because I was really the only girl in our class. If he barked out a correction for "Girl," it was easy to know it was me. Mostly the other females in the dojo were adult women.
Last night, I counted heads, and came up with ten girls and nine guys. Of those girls, at least four were 12 or under -- most around eight or nine years old. And in the class before that, there had been several girls, and there was at least one waiting on the sidelines waiting for a lesson after class.
Those are, literally, girls of the next generation. And they're going to kick ass and take names.
I feel like a trendsetter.
Antigone has been cast satisfactorily (there will be picspams!). We've only blocked the first nine pages -- ie, the Chorus, the Nurse and Antigone, and most of Ismene and Antigone -- and that makes me a little twitchy. The director's speciality is voice and diction, so we spend an enormous amount of time making people pronounce and enunciate things correctly, and I sit there wanting to tap my watch and say "You have six kids in the wings doing nothing! You have four weeks to put this show up! Worry about something else!" But I don't. I will later.
The last two days have seen me being oddly nostalgic and starting stories with "Back in the old days . . ." F'r instance: karate class last night.
Six years ago, when I started karate, my sensei called me "Girl," because I was really the only girl in our class. If he barked out a correction for "Girl," it was easy to know it was me. Mostly the other females in the dojo were adult women.
Last night, I counted heads, and came up with ten girls and nine guys. Of those girls, at least four were 12 or under -- most around eight or nine years old. And in the class before that, there had been several girls, and there was at least one waiting on the sidelines waiting for a lesson after class.
Those are, literally, girls of the next generation. And they're going to kick ass and take names.
I feel like a trendsetter.
