This is an Animal Planet story about Dr. Pepperberg’s continuing research with Griffin, the African Grey parrot. It seems to be narrated by Shatner:
I like to carry around a bottle of water. Not very eco-friendly. I’ve been looking at the new stuff on the market, but none of them fit my personal requirements. Like diswasher safe. Then I found this one. Rubbermaid calls it the “Chug Bottle”. At CVS or something. I bought six of them.
I am not ready to call this a confirmed success, but I am pretty happy so far. It is a 20 ounce bottle. I tend to screw the lid off as opposed to drinking from the pop up cap, mostly because I am afraid of leaving the cap loose and spilling water all over the place. I toss them on the bed and in the car and stuff
I only put water in them, so I don’t wash them every day. But I could, because they appear to be durable enough. We have water coolers at home and at the office, but I am a snob and don’t feel like the water coolers are quite cold enough. These can take ice. I prefer to fill them up and put them in the refrigerator. The only trouble is how to tell whose bottle is whose. I think I saw them in different colors. Must buy more.
Back for the new season at Writers’ Theatre and the first show was Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, which I really dig. This play was my second experience with the alternate point of view genre (Grendel was the first – both in AP English). I remember it because my nerd friends started playing The Question Game for awhile. That was right around the time that Kris’ parents started doing missionary work in Africa and we all discovered Jello shots, but never mind that.Where Grendel and Wicked are from the point of view of the villain, and Rhett Butler’s People and a whole slew of Pride and Prejudice books are from the point of view of the romantic lead, this took two characters from Hamlet that were rather throwaway and made them the focus of a story. (If you want the point of view of the bad guy in Hamlet, try John Updike’s Gertrude & Claudius. Messed with my head.)
R&G were always kinda dumb, so the piece is part comedy. It is also part philosophy. The guy behind me at the show, (in between blowing his nose just a bit too close to my hair) suggested that it was a “purgatory piece” – where the characters are already dead and reflecting on their choices.
I’m pretty sure that was one of the theories going around about Lost.
I have seen several different versions of Hamlet, and while my mother may faint to hear me forsake Olivier, I must declare that I live and die by the Branagh version. Which means that the rather..um..flamboyant characters of The Players messed me up. Because I was somehow looking for Charleton Heston. It took me about 2.4 seconds to get over that and I loved them.
So the set design was a stage. And the backdrop was a mural of theatre seats. When the “Hamlet action” was going on, the actors all faced the other way. I’m not sure whether that is standard technique for the piece, or Michael Halberstam came up with it himself, but it was awesome. Although, now that I am writing it, it sounds like they are trying to coach the audience on what is the canon and what isn’t. There was actually a flyer in the program that had a summary of the original Shakespeare.
The part is so small, but I must say: if I were going to make a Top Ten List of the most annoying characters in all of literature, Polonius would totally be there. (As would Mrs. Bennet. Oh, and Sue Ellen O’Hara. I am going to have to write a full post on that concept.) And the actor that played Polonius was the most annoying Polonius he could possibly be. Which I guess is a good thing.
The actors that played the leads (Writer’s Theatre Fave Sean Fortunato and New Guy Timothy Edward Kane) were really good. The Tribune critic thought that Kane was too broody as Guildenstern, but I thought it added some weight to the Free Will debate that I hadn’t considered before. Fortunato was goofier; kind of child-like. I guess that was the better foil.
Of course, the big license the play takes is in suggesting that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were aware that they were to be executed and stumbled into their fate with their eyes open. My 18 year old self did not buy this idea. In this show, they somehow pull it off. Or maybe it is just my matured suspension of disbelief. Or the purgatory thing.
Whatever. This show rocked.
I have several e-mail accounts. One at work. One personal. One “personal business”, that I use for online ordering and mail-listy stuff. I just received an e-mail in my personal account from Meatheads, the new burger place in Northbrook. It looked like this, and included a coupon:
Best Friends Animal Sanctuary has a been setting up local networks to spread the word about pets in need and rescue groups that need a hand. Today I received an e-mail about Roxie, a dog in foster care that needs a home and I thought I might spread the word. Here are the details:
Breed: English Coonhound
Location: Aurora, Ill
Sex: Female
Age: 3-4
Description:
Roxie is a multi colored 3-4 year old English Coonhound. She is a very friendly but very active
girl who can be quite an escape artist. Roxie is very smart so she would love someone who would have alot of time to spend with her playing games and keeping active so she would not get bored. Roxie loves everyone including other dogs, children and cats.
Contact: Jody Porretta
Phone: 708 268-6965
Email: granygon2thedogs@aol.com
Friday afternoon, my nerves were shot from the worst week at work ever. Although I am absolutely one of those “we who are employed should count our damn blessings” types.
I like McDonald’s and I am a sucker for good marketing. So I play the Monopoly. I ordered a medium fry because I know they don’t give you game pieces on the small. But then. Are you seeing this?
Book 38
Another book that I picked up while researching Amazon.com. This was much less useful for a scholarly study. And sometimes, it made me cringe. Most memorable for my poor psyche was the last straw before Daisey quit his job:
Someone left a spreadsheet in the bathroom that had all of the salary information in his department. He made copies and distributed it.
He talks about his work from customer service to business development as a big snow job that he pulled on the suits. Which is kinda funny and kinda makes me insane.
I just figured it out: this book is like Office Space. Where every member of my generation is going to find it funny except for me because I work in HR.
There were some moments that even I found funny. Like when his fiancee asked why he is always ripping on France; he told her that he had been doing it for so long that he doesn’t even remember.
Apparently, Daisey is now doing one-man shows and writing books. I bet that if I were listening to him telling his stories, rather than reading them while I am working my butt off to finish a graduate degree in management, I would beter appreciate it. But even so, he makes a great point in this book: there is no way you will be able to do really good work at a job you can’t stand. So follow your passion. Or something.