We'll miss the The Three Billy Goats Gruff, ah. I'm left we getting tickets for either Little One Inch, or The True Story of the Three Little Pigs.
Center for Puppetry Arts
-I stumbled upon this slight new obsession studying up on the Victorian Era for questions related to The Red Onion once back to work. A better understanding of the time period gives me a lot better insight on the girls that graced those floors.
"An illusion is a complicated thing, and an audience is a complicated creature. Both need to be brought from flyaway parts to a smooth, composite whole. The world inside the box, a world made of silk, satin, china mouldings, wires, hinges, painted backcloths, moving lights and musical note, must come alive with its own laws of movement, its own rules of story. And the watchers, wide-eyed and greedy, distracted and supercilious, preoccupied, uncomfortable, tense, must become one, as a shoal of fishes with huge eyes and flickering fins becomes one, wheeling this way and that in response to messages of hunger, fear, or delight."
[-A.S. Byatts take on a puppet shows]
Buck wanted me to post what was in our fridge for some reason, so here I go:
- Donuts, shaped like flowers, hearts and pretty things
- Beer. Thai beer.
- Toblerone chocolates that I woke him up with on Valentines Day
- Ice cream. Much needed due to heat of course.
- Coke. Classic.
- Soda water, but no limes. I must send him for some from the market.
- Pineapple juice, because well, we've been on a island for two weeks.
- And well, water. So we can brush our teeth and rehydrate.