Sunday, April 24, 2005

I have been sleeping all morning, methinx I need to stop considering weekends as separate space. All it leads to is excessive tiredness on Friday in anticipation of sleeping it off on Saturday and sleepless, uninteresting Saturday nights. Speaking of which, this one definitely was THE most ever moronic one I have spent in a very long time.

Started off pretty well, had complimentary, front-row seats to a Kathakali performance depicting Bhima in search of the Saugandhika and his encounter with Hanuman. Interesting bit of intertextuality. Wonderfully elaborate costumes and live musicians accompanying the performance. I was able to understand most of the Sanskrit words employed in the verse, which made it easier to relate it to the actual mudras and facial expressions. Also,learned a few new things, like the symbolism of the various colours used on the faces (green for heroism and black, not surprisingly for villainy). Black was also explained as being called 'kari' which is the word in Tamil for charcoal, so well, it always gives me cheap thrills to be able to make random connections. And I thought I heard the reference to Ari, which apparently in old Tamil is the word for lion and incidentally is also the name of the protagonist in Leon Uris' Exodus. Also, some very pleasing eye-candy in the rows in front...always makes for good cheer.

Dinner at Taj Palace...dropped in to a friend's birthday bash..had a few drinks, listened to some atrociously bad, fun karaoke and then began my not-so-good rest-of-the-night...went dancing with a friend who was supposed to meet some people I didn't know at a club downtown. I hadn't gone dancing in a while, so figured I'd brush up my rusty salsa...turned out to be uninteresting, moronic, will-stand-like-statues-with-a-beer-looking-intense crowd with nothing microscopically noteworthy to recommend either them or their moves.Eeeeeeeeeeeeeyuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhh....either,I have turned uber-anti-social or uber-old or maybe, just maybe, it wasn't my night...

Was back at 2, bitching and moaning and wishing I had just stayed on at the party before. So all that 'outletting' took until five in the morning and I wake up at 1 to find work gently easing into my line of vision. So am back at it. Frustrating thing about being at grad school, 'tis too difficult to separate...

But anyway, my clips are coming along fine, the footage looks good and so do my shorts. All I hope is to be able to weave it into a coherent narrative of self...more later...

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