Last week, we all were forced to read Miss Julie by August Strindberg. It's a hateful play by a hateful man. But this was mitigated by the wonderful little webtoon - Strindberg and Helium. Grim, dour bearded Strindberg ponders the miseries of life accompanied by cheery, floaty, pink Helium. So I asked Smokin' Fairy to hook me in to the Baker sound system. After the quiz, she headed backstage, and I dashed to the soundbooth to play Helium. He was a couple flavors of confused; the class thought it was hiliarious. And then he turned around to find one of his MAs holding a bunch of pink balloons. Hee. And for our private Theory class, we had tiramisu.
It was fun to plan a little mischief, tapping into some of our more theatre-like talents. It was funny, because I got to the theatre and realised that I was wearing my blacks. It was also nice to do something fun for him, because he is such a great mentor and person.
Now I try to get excited about reading Deleuze and Guattari.
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