Life, theatre, and all that's post-dissertation…in Paris.
What were the last few days before heading off to California for a two-week break like?
Reading
Finding articles
Packing
Making sure that yes, I did get all the gifts on my list.
In other words…a mixture of both dull and hectic.
On the other hand, there are some things that are going to be happening starting in the new year that I’m pretty happy about so, stay tuned for that.
Until then, I’m going to eat my body weight thrice over in In-N-Out.
Happy Holidays everyone!
A question to think on : Que perdrait-on si l’on perdait le théâtre? / What would we lose if we lost theatre ?This is the question that’s been nagging at me for ages (thanks Genet…), and will probably continue to nag at me for the rest of my life. When Genet first posed this question in his essay L’étrange mot d’… / The strange word urb[anism]…, theatre was up against film and television, and consequently, just as painting did with the advent of photography, had to adapt, reassess itself, find what it was that made it…theatre. I wonder though, with the popularity of virtual media and all it encompasses in terms of spatial/communal dynamics, if theatre still has a chance for renewal, for a redefinition of its necessity, or if those of us who practice it only continue to defend it so ardently in part due to sentimental reasons or attachments.
Anyway, these are things I think about after reading Derrida in coffee shops.
You know what’s awful? Getting good news, and then the minute you think about who you’re going to tell first, the thought slams into you that that person is not there anymore, that the position they formerly occupied is now vacant.
And then you recover from getting the wind knocked out of you – again – and you wonder if that blip of excitement, the one that comes only when you have something good, small or big, you just have to share with someone, will come back and stay a little longer.
So I’m just going to tell you lovely people. All…5 or so of you.
One of the things I did when I first moved back was reach out to the school I where used to teach English/run a theatre club to see if I could start the latter up again (I had it on good authority that there would be interest among the students). What they offered me was the opportunity to teach an SAT prep class, as well as run a theatre club. The catch was that for the club to happen, at least five students had to register.
And because the universe likes me just a little bit…I got exactly five. Hooray for me!
Scènes sur Seine 