I got home very late again this evening. I went to see Rebecca Gilman's updated adaptation of Ibsen's The Dollhouse. Her version takes place in 2004 in Lincoln Park and is currently playing at the Goodman. It was enjoyable. I laughed, I grimaced and felt uncomfortable, I felt concern for the characters. All things I want to do when I see theatre. You're not learning anything if you don't feel a little uncomfortable at times. It's like eating your spinach. You may not like it, but you need the fiber and vitamins. That's what's so wrong with our country, we try and be comfortable all the time. Heaven forbid if you make anyone feel mildly uncomfortable or to think from someone else's perspective. Sometimes I think I'd rather go back to Hobbes's state of nature and start all over again. Sometimes I think we already have.
Anyways, I got in late and it's almost midnight and I need to get up early tomorrow. I'm driving to Iowa tomorrow after work and had hoped I would get in earlier today to pack and gather up the things I'm going to need. I'm trying to download a book from Audible.com, but it's being persnickity and not working. I started listening to audiobooks for my car rides and it has changed my life. I pay way more attention to the task at hand (driving) and don't space out as much. I also get to up my book intake! Fantastic! I just wish that a) Audible's search engine worked better (I find it surprising in a day so ruled by Google that bad search engines still exist) and b) that Audible wouldn't give me issues everytime I try and download something! Good grief!
My bunion on my right foot is a little puffy this evening. Too long in the sandals, I imagine. I don't understand why I have such problems. Isn't having large feet bad enough? I don't wear high heels and try to wear comfortable shoes!! My roommate likes to quote Rupaul in situations like this: One must suffer for fashion. Though I hardly think my dansko sandals are fashion forward.
Tomorrow is supposed to be ridiculously hot. I need to sleep.
(This is an update. I just finished reading Ibsen's The Dollhouse. I thought I should. I'm one of those types that likes to read the book before seeing the movie, just so I can be snot-nosed about it later knowledgably discuss the differences between the two later. Anyway, Gilman's version's ending is *drastically* different than Ibsen's. And I'd like to talk about it. Has anyone seen Gilman's and read the original and is interested in discussing them?)
And I quote: My bunion on my right foot is a little puffy this evening. Too long in the sandals, I imagine. I don't understand why I have such problems. Isn't having large feet bad enough? I don't wear high heels and try to wear comfortable shoes!!
GROSS CLAIRE!
Posted by: Johnboy | July 15, 2005 at 11:31 AM
Yeah, says the man with the MOST disgusting feet!!
Posted by: Claire | July 15, 2005 at 12:10 PM