half blind we wrote ... on sheets of salty wood

I just finished reading the play The Seafarer by Conor McPherson and I was blown away. It is brilliantly written and packed with wonderful themes of redemption and belief. I don't want to give anything away, but the end is stunning, and the second act, especially, is thrilling simply because of the dialogue. I imagine that if I saw it performed I would be on the edge of my seat the entire time. Do yourself a favor and read it as soon as you can.

I'm also reading the book The World Without Us by Alan Weisman. I'm only a third of the way through with it, but already it's one of the most important and easy to read books on our impact, as humans, on the environment that's been written recently. It's terrifying and humbling, but also strangely comforting. The narrative style in which it's written subtly drives the hard to fathom points Weisman is making, while making it a fairly easy read. It's scholarly in the sense that he did a huge amount of research, but it is not written in a dense "scholarly" way. Again, I reccomend it highly. I'll write more about it when I actually finish reading it.

The play I was acting in ended this past weekend and the past two evenings that I've had to myself have been marvelous. I didn't want to be in the production, but did it as a favor both to the director and her husband, my boss. I had fun, but I didn't feel like I gained anything from it because the director was forced to work on basic acting techniques with the inexperienced actors. I've been thankful to have my evenings to myself again. They've been emmensely productive, to the point that it's actually rather sickening. I love it.