I’ve acquired a couple new doorstops. I’m almost through the collection of Philip K. Dick novels.
I need to catch up on my Goodreads notes.
theater, natural history and conservation, the utterly mundane, and Etruscan 8-tracks
I’ve acquired a couple new doorstops. I’m almost through the collection of Philip K. Dick novels.
I need to catch up on my Goodreads notes.
More fun with punctuation marks: I recently learned that the humble colon (:) is used in Swedish names as a mark of abbreviation, much as the apostrophe is used elsewhere. I first came across this usage through the name of one of the Ax:son Johnson family.
Ooh ooh ooh: a new Hal Hartley film is rolling out.
The piece raises an occasional chuckle, but it goes into the bin of the rarely funny genre of Well-Intentioned People Getting It Wrong. There are the easy jokes about pronouns; a pedant stickles about the difference between literally and figuratively to set up another limp joke. There is the outsider who is not what everyone else takes her to be: a Waiting for Guffman trope telegraphed like it was on a fiber optic cable. The clash between art and commercial viability for women is better executed in Jane Martin’s Anton in Show Business.
Shea-Mikal Green as Logan, the director of the no-budget “devised piece” about the American Thanksgiving, does manage to inject some manic energy into this wobbly vehicle.
6000 planets! How cool is that? When I was a boy, there were 9, er, 8.
It’s not so much a stairway to heaven as it is a halted conveyor belt to nowhere…
Jonathan Kalb, a professor at Hunter College who met with Beckett, disagrees. “It’s actually not true that there is a definitive pronunciation,” he said in a recent interview. “The fact is, he was very tolerant of different pronunciations.”
KOFF-KOFF Just about the only variation of which he was tolerant.
The Mother Play: A Play in Five Evictions is a funny-sweet-bitter reflection of playwright Paula Vogel’s emotional journey with her mother, named in the play’s world as Phyllis Herman (the always watchable Kate Eastwood Norris). The “evictions” of the title refer to the series of house moves undertaken by the Herman family—mother, son Carl (the surprising Stanley Bahorek) and daughter Martha (steady Zoe Mann)—gradually stepping up from a cockroach-riddled basement custodial flat* to a spacious three-bedroom apartment, all in the D.C. metro area. As Martha says early in the play, there is a season for packing, and a season for unpacking.
It’s not clear in the text whether each change of domicile is entailed by formal proceedings, but that’s not important. Rather, we can read each eviction as a point in the Herman’s lives when something is lost, and maybe something found. As the various Herman family apartments gradually become airier and more spacious, equally so the living rooms become emptier of furniture, highlighting Phyllis’s rejection of her children and general isolation. The Gershwins’ “Someone to Watch over Me” recurs as underscoring: Phyllis never does find that Someone until the closing moments of the play.
Shawn Boyle’s projection designs are formidable, perhaps even triggering.
*Writing as someone who’s lived with cockroaches in Prince George’s County, I’m of the mind that you’re never really rid of them.
A quick stroll in woods and meadows of a section of Leopold’s Preserve that I hadn’t seen before, led by Marion Lobstein and Claudia Thompson-Deahl. We stopped for a look at the ruins of the Brent family homestead. Red-legged Grasshoppers (Melanoplus femurrubrum) were still hopping.
Now, where was I?
The last time I was on stage was early summer 2016. I had some personal setbacks for about 18 months after that, so I went on a hiatus that turned into a four-year break. Then I was cast in a show, we were about two weeks into rehearsals, that was February 2020, and we know how that turned out.
So I am very glad to be back in the rehearsal room, working on Rick Elice’s Peter and the Starcatcher for The Arlington Players. It’s a sweet, silly, very theatrical prequel to the Peter Pan story, based on a novel by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson. There will be singing, and there will be pirates.
I will play Robert Falcon Scott, a character very loosely based on the historical figure. There are some screaming anachronisms around his presence in the play, and TBH I’m not really sure why he’s in this play. First table work session is tonight, maybe we will figure that out.
Also glad for a commute that doesn’t involve Beltway construction.
I’ve been to this bit of the C&O Canal at least once before back when I was starting to learn plants, probably more. Wednesday it was very quiet: I think we’re far enough upriver to be out of the flight paths for DCA. Sassafras showing fall reds and yellows, some lingering asters like Symphyotrichum cordifolium. I found an ichneumonid wasp, tentatively Coleocentrus rufus, and an oil beetle, Meloe sp. J. D. Pinto in BugGuide says, “It is difficult to distinguish females of Meloe americanus from M. impressus without examining pygidial structure (americanus females have a narrow apical flange).” (link added)
There’s a perennial temptation to solve the problem you want to solve rather than the problem you need to solve.
I did a quick overnight to Charlottesville to visit two sites.
First up was James River State Park. This was supposed to be an easy stroll to get park #27 punched on my Trail Quest ticket. I didn’t intend to break out my camera with the long lens. But, walking along the River Trail, I found a damselfly that I didn’t recognize, so I scooted back to my car to get the camera. The damsel turned out to be male and female Smoky Rubyspots (Hetaerina titia). Pretty cool!
Then this morning I participated in a short two-hour bioblitz at the Nature Conservancy’s Fernbrook Natural Area. We worked in the parcel that was newly added to the property; it showed a long life as pasture and homestead, with a stupendous stand of bamboo! Fortunately, there were some natives to be found, and I added Paspalum laeve to the property’s iNaturalist project (as well as to my own list of species, I discovered to my slight surprise). And, alas, it looks like I am the first to document Spotted Knapweed (Centaurea stoebe) at the site.
Another view through a Tony Smith work, this time Smug (1973/2005), snapped during my first visit to Glenstone—a little bit Storm King, a little bit landscaped nature preserve, a little bit Dia:Beacon, a little bit Jeff Koons schlock. I was also taken by Brice Marden’s Moss Sutra and the Seasons (2010-2015), but after a smidge of YouTubing I’m of the mind that he was not the best explicator of his own work.
Yet another trip to Occoquan Bay NWR, this time led by Ken Rosenthal of Reston Association’s Walker Nature Center. The birding was rather slow; I lugged my scope to get some decent views of Bald Eagle and Osprey.
Otherwise, I picked up some new personal species records for iNaturalist, including Rough Cocklebur (Xanthium strumarium), Differential Grasshopper (Melanoplus differentialis), Sugarcane Beetle (Euetheola humilis), and Transverse-banded Flower Fly (Eristalis transversa) A lot of the interesting stuff was along the shore of the bay.
I was pleased to learn that one of my favorite obscure punctuation marks, middot, is actually used by certain written languages, and not just to separate syllables or words. In Catalan it’s called punt volat, “flying point,” and it marks off geminate Ls.