First Published: 2023 August 24
A few weeks ago now1 I did something that I haven’t done in a while.2 I went to go see a play. The university I attend3 was putting on a production of Ms. Holmes and Ms. Watson.
Now, if you’re anything like me, then your first instinct will be to complain that it’s “Ms.” Watson, not “Dr.” Watson.4 I had that complaint going in, especially since the play was described as a feminist retelling.5 I had6 recently subscribed to a SubStack7 called “Letters from Watson,” which just sends out serialized versions of the Sherlock Holmes short stories. It’s really interesting reading them, especially as someone who reads8 a fair amount of modern serialized fiction. The genre conventions have certainly shifted in the intervening years. However, since this post is a review of the show, rather than the fiction, I digress.
When I arrived, the play promised many of the common staples of modern small work plays. It said that there would be forced audience participation9 and that it was a loving but disrespectful10 retelling of Arthur Conan Doyle’s work. It was fine.
I’m not sure whether I was just hungry and so not as into the play as normal, but the play lacked a lot of flow to me. When I go to a play that I really enjoy, at least for a moment I forget that what I am watching is a play. At no point during the show did I forget that I was sitting in a crowd, watching a performance. I suppose the fourth wall breaks did add to that feeling.11 Still, it was an enjoyable show, and I would happily see it again.
One of my research group mates is also planning to learn how to use Blender, so now I have an accountability buddy for it. I also think it might be worth finding some set of online tutorials and starting them sooner than later.
It is beyond hot, which meant that I have been trying to minimize moving as much as possible.
As a direct result, that means that I was not making those big strides.
I’m now four for four12 posts, for all that I did not remember to post the actual post from yesterday until this morning. I suppose that there’s not much of a way for future readers to see that, though if you were on the post last night, I apologize.
As a direct result of thinking about math and coding for my entire day yesterday, I did not write too much. According to my logs, I wrote a little under four hundred words of Jeb today. I need to write more, since I’m currently typing tomorrow’s chapter. I’m not sure where I’m trying to go with the story at this exact moment, which I think is part of the issue. My nominal plans for the book say that the next 85 chapters will cover a few13 amount of years in the character’s life. I suppose that sitting and blocking out what I want to happen could be a good idea.
2.3/4+
Last night I left my laptop at work. Probably as a direct result, I wrote an entire song!14
I did not journal. That’s probably fine.
I forgot to stretch this morning. Or, equally fairly, it was very hot and I wanted to not do anything.
I fell asleep at a normal time last night, which was nice. I also woke up before my goal of 6 am today, which was absolutely fantastic.
I prayed a rosary last night before bed and then listened along to a rosary podcast that a friend recommended on my commute to work today.
because wow it turns out that one reason I might stop posting is because I become suddenly busy↩︎
though, given the infinite number of potential permutations of activities I can do, that’s not the most meaningful statement.↩︎
which is such an awkward construction↩︎
of course, that’s presupposing a lot about the (allegedly extant) readership of my blog, I suppose↩︎
not to stereotype, but as one might expect by the gender swapping in the title.↩︎
have?↩︎
newsletter app, more or less↩︎
and writes↩︎
though it phrased it differently,↩︎
again, me paraphrasing, I don’t remember the actual verbiage↩︎
this is not the place for me to go into a rant about the way that I dislike modern (popular) media’s tendency (tendencies? media is technically inherently plural) to avoid any sort of genuine emotional appeal by hiding it behind sarcasm and smarm. There will be a place for it sometime soon, but not today↩︎
which is shockingly hard for me to type. I had to erase four four four at least once (and then again when trying to type what my mistake was, I put for in the wrong place as well↩︎
though indeterminate↩︎
two verses, a bridge, and a chorus. It’s probably only like two or three minutes long, but that’s fine.↩︎