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altogetherisi) wrote2011-02-19 07:23 am
altogetherisi) wrote2011-02-19 07:23 am
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RL + bookdeyada
It's pathetic how tired doing a few hours of actual work makes me. I am so soft D: And also, easily frustrated in the gaps between stimulation, although luckily only internally. At least, I hope so. Thursday night, I got in and only stayed awake because I was starving and needed food.
On Wednesday I met up with some friends for drinks to celebrate me getting an internship, and also really just to see them. I miss them, but seeing some of them relatively often makes me realise how sad I am to not see other friends nearly as often, to be growing apart from people that I did - and do - sincerely love. I know it's inevitable to some extent, and I also know that I am putting in more than a fair share amount of energy into certain relationships, hoping to maintain them at least a little. I'm not sure there is anything else I can do. It doesn't make me angry. But it does make me sad.
Tuesday evening, I went to see a production of Doctor Faustus. I knew I loved this play, but it's the only Marlowe I know, I'm such a philistine, and then only because F was in it... a while ago now. Four years? Five? Anyway, I went to see it being put on in the basement of a bookshop, and it was awesome. Really good. Not perfect - the company had like, five or six people doing the whole cast, and I got a bit irritated with the same three or four actors playing every character that wasn't Faustus or Mephistopheles, and during the seven deadly sins sequence it just didn't really work. But otherwise, it was great. I was probably always going to love this play to some degree - after all, it is about devils and magic and souls and hell and god and scholarship and pride, all things that I think are rather delicious. And Mephistopheles was just brilliant - he looked so hungry, and so weary, and so bored at points. He was wearing converse-esque shoes. And the occasional modern touch, perhaps post-modern? of self awareness, of the ridiculousness of the situation, the farce. Wonderfully acted, the demon suffering hell.
I had a free ticket that time. I kinda want to go again. And I realised that I don't have a copy, so that is going on the ol' wishlist.
Today I'm going to see a couple of friends to go to the travelling vintage fair and settle a day to finally go and see Black Swan, I hope. And possibly more formal, because you can't have too much formal in your life.
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If you are on my flist, you probably like books and reading, at least a little, and talking to other fandom-y people. These are all excellent things! Perhaps you, then, would like to join bookdeyada_club, whichdespite having a user account instead of a community one is in fact an LJ based book club for fannish minded people. We read books, and then we talk about them. Fun, right?
If you join there's no pressure to read every book if you are being too busy or if you just don't want to that time, and anyone can nominate a book from any genre (except, I think they do have to be fiction?) which we vote for. If your book doesn't get picked the first time it is nominated, you can always nominate it again. We're all very friendly and discussion topics can be on anything - from feminism to delicious slashiness. We all come from a fandom background, which I think is great because it means we can discuss books using fandom and internet language if we want to, which I at least would so not be comfortable at a book club based at my local library or whatever.
So, if there's a book you've read recently that you think deserves to be read and discussed by more people, or if you would like some more book recs, or even if you like reading but realise you can't remember the last time you read an actual new book. Come meet likewise people at bookdeyada_club!
edited now it actually is a comm! Come join!
On Wednesday I met up with some friends for drinks to celebrate me getting an internship, and also really just to see them. I miss them, but seeing some of them relatively often makes me realise how sad I am to not see other friends nearly as often, to be growing apart from people that I did - and do - sincerely love. I know it's inevitable to some extent, and I also know that I am putting in more than a fair share amount of energy into certain relationships, hoping to maintain them at least a little. I'm not sure there is anything else I can do. It doesn't make me angry. But it does make me sad.
Tuesday evening, I went to see a production of Doctor Faustus. I knew I loved this play, but it's the only Marlowe I know, I'm such a philistine, and then only because F was in it... a while ago now. Four years? Five? Anyway, I went to see it being put on in the basement of a bookshop, and it was awesome. Really good. Not perfect - the company had like, five or six people doing the whole cast, and I got a bit irritated with the same three or four actors playing every character that wasn't Faustus or Mephistopheles, and during the seven deadly sins sequence it just didn't really work. But otherwise, it was great. I was probably always going to love this play to some degree - after all, it is about devils and magic and souls and hell and god and scholarship and pride, all things that I think are rather delicious. And Mephistopheles was just brilliant - he looked so hungry, and so weary, and so bored at points. He was wearing converse-esque shoes. And the occasional modern touch, perhaps post-modern? of self awareness, of the ridiculousness of the situation, the farce. Wonderfully acted, the demon suffering hell.
I had a free ticket that time. I kinda want to go again. And I realised that I don't have a copy, so that is going on the ol' wishlist.
Today I'm going to see a couple of friends to go to the travelling vintage fair and settle a day to finally go and see Black Swan, I hope. And possibly more formal, because you can't have too much formal in your life.
****
If you are on my flist, you probably like books and reading, at least a little, and talking to other fandom-y people. These are all excellent things! Perhaps you, then, would like to join bookdeyada_club, which
If you join there's no pressure to read every book if you are being too busy or if you just don't want to that time, and anyone can nominate a book from any genre (except, I think they do have to be fiction?) which we vote for. If your book doesn't get picked the first time it is nominated, you can always nominate it again. We're all very friendly and discussion topics can be on anything - from feminism to delicious slashiness. We all come from a fandom background, which I think is great because it means we can discuss books using fandom and internet language if we want to, which I at least would so not be comfortable at a book club based at my local library or whatever.
So, if there's a book you've read recently that you think deserves to be read and discussed by more people, or if you would like some more book recs, or even if you like reading but realise you can't remember the last time you read an actual new book. Come meet likewise people at bookdeyada_club!
edited now it actually is a comm! Come join!
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I completely feel for what you are saying in terms of friends and drifting apart from people. I try so hard to keep all of my friends, but it's just so hard. And there are always some people you put more effort in with than others and sometimes it doesn't matter how much effort you put in, how many coffees you arrange to meet over and texts you send, if the other person cannot be bothered you just drift apart. And it's really, really sad. :( But I guess, as you say, it's inevitable that it happens and you just have to be grateful for the friends you have and do your best.
Go see Black Swan! It's awesome and it would be nice to have fandom-y people to talk about it with. :D
Also I clearly need to get around to reading Dr Faustus at some point. From what I knew of it before it sounded pretty cool, but now I see it is clearly AWESOME!
Love!
xxx
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I feel like the saddest thing is that clearly, some of them don't miss me. That's ok, that's not something to be angry about, but yeah, it is sad. It's certainly not all of them, plenty of us have not only kept in touch but our friendships have continued to move forward and mature and deepen and what have you. But a couple of people don't make the effort and don't feel the same sense of loss, and when that can be people you were so aching close to before, the same people you sincerely promised to keep up with and genuinely believed you had something that could never be taken away... well. It's sad.
xxx