A Dab of Culture

I went with TH to Hamlet and enjoyed it very much. I was reminded once again of the onion-layered depth of genius that was William Shakespeare. He gave our language so many words and phrases that are embedded beyond memory; it's wonderful to hear them again, freshly, in their original context.

He gave us the introspective anti-hero. He gave us characters and plots and verbal music so rich and sophisticated that the possibilities for meaningful variant interpretation and presentation are essentially endless.

Every time I see a live play or concert I'm struck by how incredibly "fed" I feel by the experience. I should do it much more often.

Women are Insane Too

Proving this point, I have invited TH to join me (and others TBD) for the outdoor performance of Hamlet at Carter Barron a week from Friday. He has accepted. The tickets are free to me, courtesy of my church'n'gym friend O, and there are several more available.

I'm now thinking I might try to make it a trifecta. How entertaining would it be if I managed to get Mr. Actuary and Mr. WPY along for this cultural experience as well? Oh the contrasts! The ironies! The worlds colliding!

The evil girl in me is already plotting to see if she can make this happen.