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The Guest
Refrigerator Door

The next fridge door belongs to my friend Charlotte.


* Discussion *

What's your worst
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Talk about it here.

Read the forum that was banned by one reader's office computer because it has "sexual content." I must be having more fun than I thought!


The Hammer of Eden
Ken Follett


My Fair Lady

Pictures from the Cincinnati are now up at Steve's Club Photo page.

Pictures from our Family reunion are on my own Club Photo page.

That's it for today!



7 August 2001

The creative juices were flowing copiously around here yesterday.

In the morning I wrote the review for The Caucasian Chalk Circle, which we'd seen the night before. In the afternoon, I put together a slide show using the photos I took at the party I attended on Saturday. In the evening, we went to see My Fair Lady at The Music Circus in Sacramento, and before I went to bed I wrote the review of that show as well.

I feel almost like a professional writer, which, since I'm being paid to write these reviews, I guess I really am.

It's hard to feel comfortable being paid for something I love doing (writing), but feel uneasy doing (writing reviews).

When I picked up my mail at the newspaper office yesterday morning and learned it was time to call for tickets to Best of Broadway, I realized that I've now been a reviewer for just about a year, since Best of Broadway 2000 was one of the first shows I reviewed.

It's kind of nice to realize that I've made it a whole year. When I first took on this job, I was very nervous about it. I knew I could do reviews of shows with which I was familiar, but I didn't know whether I could do shows that were unfamiliar to me and sound like I knew what I was talking about.

I remember talking to the other reviewer for the paper early on in my employment by the newspaper and having her scoff that the problem with some of the university reviewers is that they haven't even read Ibsen before.

I didn't want to admit that I'd never read Ibsen before either. Nor am I a fan of Shakespeare. And I'm extremely uncomfortable writing the review for a brand new play, since I'm unsure of exactly how I "should" feel. (Especially if it's something that has bored me, put me to sleep, and everybody in the audience is raving about!)

But somehow I've managed to get through the year without horrendously embarrassing myself. The Internet has been a godsend in giving me information on a whole lot of things I've seen. I've also had some good feedback on my reviews, wonderful support from the entertainment editor, and I'm starting to feel a little more comfortable in expressing my opinion.

I've even been attacked for a negative review and didn't flinch, because I still stand by my comments regarding Tommy.

The very first review I wrote was on Chess, the musical about a chess match. I'd seen the show once before and liked the music, but faced with having to put ideas onto "paper," I was very uncomfortable. I spent an entire day doing research on the show on the Internet, reading about the various revisions of the show and trying to figure out exactly how this production I was reviewing stacked up against other productions of the same show.

I've come a long way. I still do research on the Internet, but for yesterday's Chalk Circle review, I hardly used the plentiful resources I'd found, and I whipped out the My Fair Lady review in about half an hour before I went to bed last night. (Of course it helps that I know that show backwards and forwards and inside out.)

When I took on the job, I had the feeling that it would only be for a short time, but it appears that I'm settling into it for the long haul and have started to relax just enough to start to enjoy it.

My other creative outlet for the day yesterday was putting together the slide show for the party I attended on Saturday. It's a little over 100 pictures and arranging those, finding the right background, and choosing the music for the background is always such fun. For this particular show, since the theme of the party was "circus," I was trying to find some sort of "circus-y" sounding music and suddenly realized that Jeri had written the perfect song, called "Kettleman's Lustige Streiche." When I added that soundtrack to the slides, it just made all the difference in the world. I needed a second song for the show and chose an arrangement of another familiar song which Jeri'd recorded. I was so tickled by the whole program when it was finished. I can hardly wait to show it to people.

So the day ended on a real high note, with creative juices flowing and my feeling very good about the whole creative bent of the entire day. If every day could be like that, I wouldn't feel I had to meet with this doctor this afternoon to see about getting antidepressants.

But every day isn't like yesterday and I know that the downward spiral is just sitting out there waiting for an opportune time to take over again, so it's time for a preemptive strike, and I will keep the appointment and start taking my medications, like a good girl.

One Year Ago:
Netstock--The Last Day

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