Greywater Barrel

I remembered, rather out of the blue, getting our giant greywater bucket. It's a good four or more feet tall and three feet wide, and it now sits harmlessly in the garage next to the washer and dryer, collecting layers of dust and cleaning out water so we can keep the scraggly orange tree alive another year. But when we got it we made sure to get a couple days' play out of it before putting it away forever, where it would be lost forever beneath the heaps of stuff garages just accumulate (no one knows how, that's one of the great mysteries of life). My driveway is a long steep slope down to the garage door, so we put that baby at the top of the hill, hopped in, and rolled on down again and again and again. I kind of want to find a hill again, and a giant heavy plastic barrel. Though I suppose it'd have to be a bit bigger this time around.

This morning I woke up at 6:35 (even with the time change, which means my internal clock said 5:35), realized I hadn't reset my alarm from the day before, drearily changed it from 8:30 to 7:00, and then went back to sleep, waking up 25 minutes later when it went off.

In theater I'm doing a monologue from Othello, from the scene before he kills Desdemona ('Spengo la luce, e poi... Spengo la luce'). That scene was so powerful to me when I read it in Mr. Schroeter's class in 9th grade, that it was the only one I wanted to do when I started flipping through the play to find a scene. Coming from Westridge, the idea of girls only playing girls and guys only playing guys is downright preposterous, so I didn't think twice. Well wouldn't you know, but Othello has to go and kiss Desdemona while he's bemoaning having to kill her (I didn't really remember that - what stayed in my mind were the incredible lines like "This is the cause" and "Put out the light, and then... put out the light"). So the director put in one of the guys as Desdemona, and told me that I had no excuse not to kiss him/her, so I'm bemused to say that I did the scene (a white -blonde, at that- female Othello with an Asian guy as my Desdemona), and eventually I did it well; the director made me do it about 5 times because he got properly annoyed when he noticed that I was ever so slightly avoiding the lips. "If you really want to act," he said, "it doesn't matter who you kiss. You need to put everything you have into the character." His name is Marco. He's amazing in a really sketchy way.

"Questa è la cagione, la cagione, anima mia. Non posso svelarla a voi, castissime stelle. La cagione! Non voglio versare il suo sangue, né straziare questa pelle più bianca della neve e liscia come sepolcrale alabastro. Tuttavia ella deve morire, o peccherà con altri uomini. Spengo la luce, e poi... Spengo la luce? Se dopo aver soffiato su te, ministro fiammante, io dovessi pentirmi, posso riaccenderti di nuovo. Ma una volta spenta la tua luce, magistrale modello dell'eccellente natura, non so dove potrei trovare il fuoco prometeico capace di redestarti. Recisa la tua rosa, no potrò più renderle la forza vitale, e fatalmente appassirà. Così aspiro il tuo profumo finché sei sulla pianta. Oh, respiro balsamico, che convinceresti la Giustizia a spezzare la sua spada! Ancora un bacio. Un altro! Sii così quondo sarai morta. Ti avrò uccisa, e potrò ancora amarti. Un altro! Ed è l'ultimo. Tanta dolcezza non fu mai tanto letale. Io piango, ma son lacrime crudeli; questo è un dolore celeste, e distrugge chi ama. Si sta svegliando."

I'd like to see what the various online translators do to that one.