I didn't know this was a marathon

In general I don't get marathoners. So finding myself in a metaphorical marathon has only strengthened my opinions of marathons.

Today was jam-packed full of big things that had to get done. I lectured on Lysistrata, which was very exciting, if slightly unnerving. But this meant I had to be up-down-and-all-over the text, as well as prepared with examples and interesting, novel insights. I love the play, the genre, and the opportunity to do it. I did not love the fact that if fell on the same day as the first rehearsal of Macbett.

As dramaturg, I had to do alot of reading this weekend, to become a quick-n-dirty expert on all things Macbett, including Ionesco, absurdism, the Scottish play, etc. The subject is really interesting, that I enjoy reading up on. But not on the same day as my 1st lecture. I have created a sourcebook (copy of text with cross-references to Macbeth, explanation of references, terms, translations, etc.), accompanying tabbed copy of Macbeth, as well as 2 media discs, one DVD of relevant style clips, and another of clips that refused to go on the DVD, as well as a 3 page handout for all 22 members of the creative team. Tomorrow, I have to lead a discussion of the script in terms of Ionesco's late absurdism, which may or may not have been influenced by Prague Spring, and the Paris Riots of 1968.

Unfortunately, I spent the past weekend busting through this work like it was a sprint. But halfway through today I realised I am in the first part of a marathon. *sigh*

Not helpful: Designers who want full image control, but refuse to give you said images in any useful timeframe. Telling me that you have all of them on some hard drive just after I spent an hour printing and assembling the packet, does not put you in my good favor. Especially when you tell me I shouldn't use the images I have assembled, even when I asked him for freakin' images over 2 weeks ago. Poor planning on your part does not merit a panic on mine. Also not helpful, sitting through a publicity meeting where everyone says how they don't have time to execute their brilliant viral marketing schemes.

Now I get to read more Theatre Journal before trying to synopsize Machiavelli's The Prince for a very gay Macbett. After I read all my Absurdism and Film readings, responding and running my discussion group on Friday morning, I may slow-mo across the finish line after dousing my face in a cup of vodka-spiked gatorade.

on iTunes: "Wait, Wait" (can you tell I was doing more dishes?)