have you ever been white water rafting? before today my answer to that question would have had to be "no." but now? now i can say that i have roughed the rapids of the rogue river and had an amazing time doing it. my brother and his wife (wow, it's weird to say that) met up with my dad and me in southern oregon and together we set off for the river, decked out in water shoes (that's right. water shoes) and life vests, ready for the adventure ahead. spending the afternoon floating down a gorge, we were surrounded by walls of pine trees with the brilliantly blue skies above us reflected in the water below. some herrins and turtles joined us intermittanly along the way. and every once in a while we'd come up on a rapid, hold on tight, paddle, paddle, paddle, and come out the other side soaking wet. it was the perfect combination of relaxation and exhilaration.
7.02.2010
7.01.2010
three plays, two days, one shakespeare festival
earlier this summer i took a trip to europe. on that trip i saw two productions shakespeare plays: romeo & juliet at stratford-upon-avon and macbeth at the globe. i, of course, blogged about them, and how much i loved them, how enthralled i was with the language, and how i so enjoyed watching the books i've read come to life. the minute my dad read about all this, he was stoked and wasted no time booking us a trip to the oregon shakespeare festival in ashland. see, my dad fell in love with shakespeare when he was in college, and what father doesn't love to see their child follow in their footsteps? he used to go to the festival and see plays when he was my age, and now he got to take me. we've spent the past two days strolling around the quaint little town of ashland and taking in the wonders of the stage.
the first production we saw was of hamlet. and it was incredible. the best shakespeare production of the four that i have now seen. the dialogue was all as written, but the staging and wardrobe and whatnot were all set in the modern era. let me just say that there was rapping involved. for-rizzle. it was awesome.
later that day we saw not a shakespeare play, but my all time favorite story portrayed on stage: pride and prejudice. unfortunately, elizabeth bennet, mr. darcy, and the rest of the gang didn't really strike my fancy this time. that is to say, i didn't like the actors. the girl that played elizabeth scowled the whole time and the man that was mr. darcy smiled the whole time. if you know anything about either of those character, you know that they got it all wrong. i will say, though, that seeing what a failure it was on stage (okay, that might be a bit harsh, but still) made me appreciate it as a novel even more.
we spent the following afternoon shopping and eating yummy sandwiches and hanging out at starbucks. i found a used book store (my idea of bliss materialized) and browsed about the shelves. eventually, i walked up to the cash register with ten books bundled in my arms, but fighting the overwhelming urge to buy them all, i honed my self control and narrowed it down to two (wuthering heights and random harvest) before checking out.
that evening we went to a preliminary session on twelfth night, the play we were seeing later that night. they talked about the plot and themes and costumes and staging and whatnot. it was actually really interesting, and a helpful refresher before seeing the outlandishly bemusing shakesperian comedy. the play itself was well done, and though i didn't enjoy it as much as hamlet i still appreciated the time and talent that went into it and the wild imagination of good old will.
later that day we saw not a shakespeare play, but my all time favorite story portrayed on stage: pride and prejudice. unfortunately, elizabeth bennet, mr. darcy, and the rest of the gang didn't really strike my fancy this time. that is to say, i didn't like the actors. the girl that played elizabeth scowled the whole time and the man that was mr. darcy smiled the whole time. if you know anything about either of those character, you know that they got it all wrong. i will say, though, that seeing what a failure it was on stage (okay, that might be a bit harsh, but still) made me appreciate it as a novel even more.
we spent the following afternoon shopping and eating yummy sandwiches and hanging out at starbucks. i found a used book store (my idea of bliss materialized) and browsed about the shelves. eventually, i walked up to the cash register with ten books bundled in my arms, but fighting the overwhelming urge to buy them all, i honed my self control and narrowed it down to two (wuthering heights and random harvest) before checking out.
that evening we went to a preliminary session on twelfth night, the play we were seeing later that night. they talked about the plot and themes and costumes and staging and whatnot. it was actually really interesting, and a helpful refresher before seeing the outlandishly bemusing shakesperian comedy. the play itself was well done, and though i didn't enjoy it as much as hamlet i still appreciated the time and talent that went into it and the wild imagination of good old will.
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