You can see if you look...
Apr. 9th, 2001 05:41 pmI still go home around noon to struggle with the books for the shop. I keep finding omissions here and there. So far, I've uncovered about $200 of charges that haven't been properly logged. Ye gods.
Galina called this morning. The insurance people are giving her a hassle, and the person she needs to talk to is not there, so I suggested she drop the issue for now and get back here (strongly suggested, seeing how Drew and Shannon are leaving for California on...Wednesday? most certainly Thursday?).
I met with my "Ophelia" at the coffee shop this afternoon briefly, and found out that the version of Hamlet being performed by the local troupe is somewhat condensed from Bill S.'s original script. I never thought I'd be caught dead saying this, but I notice that some of "my" (i.e., Polonius') best lines have been cut. (I notice, but do not complain). It's all to the good, I suppose, as the full four-hour production is probably a bit much for most folks to bear, and it's that much less wear and tear on the actors and the director. In any event, I'll be getting the "real" script tomorrow night.
I spent a few minutes putting together a skeleton home page for the troupe, and posting it to the appropriate IP address. The domain registration has not propagated yet, so the only way to view the site is to enter the IP address, which confuses the heck out of most people.
Segue.
A walk past the coffee shop later in the day shows people sitting around a table and playing chess. One of the players makes quite a striking figure: he is a black man with piercing, light blue eyes, wearing a black burnoose held in place by what appears to be a gold chain, in the middle of which is set an amethyst. His proffered name - if I heard correctly - is "Noman" (no misspelling that I can tell, "no-man"). I was not able to tell the level of chess that was being played, but I suspect it was not very high, as Noman had just resigned to his opponent after making a weak move.
I need to get out more...and keep my eyes open.
Cheers...
Galina called this morning. The insurance people are giving her a hassle, and the person she needs to talk to is not there, so I suggested she drop the issue for now and get back here (strongly suggested, seeing how Drew and Shannon are leaving for California on...Wednesday? most certainly Thursday?).
I met with my "Ophelia" at the coffee shop this afternoon briefly, and found out that the version of Hamlet being performed by the local troupe is somewhat condensed from Bill S.'s original script. I never thought I'd be caught dead saying this, but I notice that some of "my" (i.e., Polonius') best lines have been cut. (I notice, but do not complain). It's all to the good, I suppose, as the full four-hour production is probably a bit much for most folks to bear, and it's that much less wear and tear on the actors and the director. In any event, I'll be getting the "real" script tomorrow night.
I spent a few minutes putting together a skeleton home page for the troupe, and posting it to the appropriate IP address. The domain registration has not propagated yet, so the only way to view the site is to enter the IP address, which confuses the heck out of most people.
Segue.
A walk past the coffee shop later in the day shows people sitting around a table and playing chess. One of the players makes quite a striking figure: he is a black man with piercing, light blue eyes, wearing a black burnoose held in place by what appears to be a gold chain, in the middle of which is set an amethyst. His proffered name - if I heard correctly - is "Noman" (no misspelling that I can tell, "no-man"). I was not able to tell the level of chess that was being played, but I suspect it was not very high, as Noman had just resigned to his opponent after making a weak move.
I need to get out more...and keep my eyes open.
Cheers...