“Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well”
– Shakespeare’s King Lear (I.iv.267)
There was an emotional high that started yesterday afternoon, as I passed the State Theatre, on Congress. On the marquee, the letters spelled out “SHAKESPEARE’S 12TH NIGHT,” which, if I had to pick one, has to be one of the best comedies. Can’t say that I’m not biased, though.
Me and that play have a bit of history, and I saw a traditional version, on stage in London, and that performance, by no means a definitive show, was a defining point in time – it all came together for me. Front row seat, where the actors & actresses spit & stumble, glower and glow, all in glorious close-up detail? It was a turning point. Epiphany, the heavens sang from on high, yeah, well, whatever.
There was a movie version with Helen (somebody), and I scoured eBay, plus other outlets, trying to find a copy of it on DVD, last time I looked, it wasn’t available. Besides, 12th Night is a great play on stage. This royal chick is shipwrecked, pretends to be a boy, falls in love with the duke ude, and then, the chick, as a dude, woos this other chick, for the duke dude, only the other chick doesn’t go for it. There’s a jester, a stupid bit of nobility, and it’s all hilarious. Love gone awry, plans thwarted, cross-dressing. Got it all.
State Theater, first guess was computer is trying to kill me?
Dreams:
I woke up just as the sun was peeking in the window. In the night, the cat had moved from one side of the bed to the other side. I snapped out of the sleep state, awakened in a foul mood because of a nightmare. In my dreams, I was arguing with a CSR, felt like it was on the phone, but I could also see, in my mind’s eye, the rep. Arguing about a bill. Arguing about a stupid bill that’s not even due, except for some bureaucratic foul-up, slipped through the cracks of the machine, and from thence, downward to me.
As I was awakened, I knew I had to make sure I didn’t get up on the wrong side of the bed since I was pissed off, and worse, this was what I woke up to. Not going to let a bad dream ruin a perfectly good day.
But I did vow to get on the phone to handle a phone bill situation, which wasn’t related, but I kept thinking about it, and I kept thinking about Sagittarius. Not just any Sagittarius but I could call up about three, in my mind, who were all going through a specific astrological “transformation,” and oddly enough, it’s one I’ve been through before. Fraught with anger, displaced emotions, and too much energy, oftentimes, misdirected.
Inbound mail:
> To Whom It May Concern,
>
> I came across the cartoon on astrofish that you did on Worm-Glo.
> Myself and my husband are the inventors and owners of Worm-Glo.
> We LOVE the cartoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In fact we LOVE it sooooo much
> that we are wanting to use the cartoon on our web-site, etc. Please
> contact us so that we can arrange this.
>
> Legend Labs, LTD
OMFG! the Worm Glo folks sought me out. but for the life of me, I couldn’t fathom what cartoon the note referred to. After bouncing a few emails, I called. turns out, they’re in Seguin, and I was just listening to “China Grove,” coincidence? I think so.
The cartoon, and I had to get them to send me a link to my own stuff to find out what it was, is here.
We talked about business details and me getting them a better copy of the graphic for them to use, then we talked about fishing for about 45 minutes. I suppose, that’s a problem in this line of work, the fishing stories, “No the fish hit almost as soon as the worm hit the water….”
From memory:
“bait the hook well, this fish will bite.”
(think it’s from The Tempest act I or II, scene ii)
Midnight train to SA for work.
