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ffloLook like winter's about to hit. Maybe. Whether we get a bed of snow the next few days or not, the temperature's going to drop dramatically for the start of next week. Finally gonna put the storm windows on at least the bathroom windows.
It's the week before the winter chorus shows. I've stepped away from script wrangling, after some upsetting stuff, and now just need to learn the rest of the music---which is nice. Also I had a great moment of realizing the absurdity of it all, the other night, while we worked on that Rick Astley song so earnestly, with our "choreography", and all the effort to get it right. Just suddenly got the giggles, like a blessing. A gift.
Did like when Saleel talked (later) about committing to the bit. Liked it as a concept. There's something about how, with a game, for it to do its thing, you have to act like you care about how it goes, and how it "comes out", even though it doesn't really matter. You pretend that it matters a lot, but retain the understanding that it really doesn't--- or else you might cross over into really believing that it (say, whether you "win" or "succeed") matters a whole lot more than it does, thus potentially setting yourself up (and sometimes those around you, too) for something miserable.
More things are, or can, be a game than we generally seem to think. All it really needs to be is play. Non-utilitarian. The competitive part is optional, despite having an "especially" in front of it, in this definition:
game -- a form of play or sport, especially a competitive one played according to rules and decided by skill, strength, or luck
Work plugs along. Snuck to the office last night to lay out my gift bootleg T-shirts for everyone (who'd wanted a T-shirt, when we thought we might could use "morale" money for such a thing), and today a some of them have expressed appreciation of it, which feels nice. It, like some of my chorus stuff, aims at laughs, but with real heart in there, and winds in and out of other elements of mood too. Or my experience of going ahead with it has, anyway.
There are little gnats in the office, all over. Apparently not fruit-related. The gang in the other copy ed room moved the giant tree in there to the decorating pit, in an effort to relocate gnats too. They're not terrible, but they're annoying. Gnatsy. Gnasty little buggers.
Feels like I'm in a nice little stretch of breathing room. Started a workshop thingie I do need to do my homework for, however. But tomorrow, if not tonight. That movie I've been waiting for, American Fiction, is finally about to hit cinemas around here. That's maybe a good title in a literary way, but maybe not a good title in the memorable-movie-title way. As in I've wanted to see it for weeks, and keep forgetting the name myself.
It's the week before the winter chorus shows. I've stepped away from script wrangling, after some upsetting stuff, and now just need to learn the rest of the music---which is nice. Also I had a great moment of realizing the absurdity of it all, the other night, while we worked on that Rick Astley song so earnestly, with our "choreography", and all the effort to get it right. Just suddenly got the giggles, like a blessing. A gift.
Did like when Saleel talked (later) about committing to the bit. Liked it as a concept. There's something about how, with a game, for it to do its thing, you have to act like you care about how it goes, and how it "comes out", even though it doesn't really matter. You pretend that it matters a lot, but retain the understanding that it really doesn't--- or else you might cross over into really believing that it (say, whether you "win" or "succeed") matters a whole lot more than it does, thus potentially setting yourself up (and sometimes those around you, too) for something miserable.
More things are, or can, be a game than we generally seem to think. All it really needs to be is play. Non-utilitarian. The competitive part is optional, despite having an "especially" in front of it, in this definition:
game -- a form of play or sport, especially a competitive one played according to rules and decided by skill, strength, or luck
A peek at the etymological soul of the word (via etymologyonline) reveals a lot of fun and merriment in it, along with communion.
c. 1200, from Old English gamen "joy, fun; game, amusement," common Germanic (cognates: Old Frisian game "joy, glee," Old Norse gaman "game, sport; pleasure, amusement," Old Saxon gaman, Old High German gaman "sport, merriment," Danish gamen, Swedish gamman "merriment"), said to be identical with Gothic gaman "participation, communion," from Proto-Germanic *ga- collective prefix + *mann "person," giving a sense of "people together."
Work plugs along. Snuck to the office last night to lay out my gift bootleg T-shirts for everyone (who'd wanted a T-shirt, when we thought we might could use "morale" money for such a thing), and today a some of them have expressed appreciation of it, which feels nice. It, like some of my chorus stuff, aims at laughs, but with real heart in there, and winds in and out of other elements of mood too. Or my experience of going ahead with it has, anyway.
There are little gnats in the office, all over. Apparently not fruit-related. The gang in the other copy ed room moved the giant tree in there to the decorating pit, in an effort to relocate gnats too. They're not terrible, but they're annoying. Gnatsy. Gnasty little buggers.
Feels like I'm in a nice little stretch of breathing room. Started a workshop thingie I do need to do my homework for, however. But tomorrow, if not tonight. That movie I've been waiting for, American Fiction, is finally about to hit cinemas around here. That's maybe a good title in a literary way, but maybe not a good title in the memorable-movie-title way. As in I've wanted to see it for weeks, and keep forgetting the name myself.
