See You Next Wednesday
Improvised sleep.The last day of
Improvention was approximately twenty-four hours from "where is coffee?" to "tequila is empty". What fun!
Yesterday, I had a lovely lunch with Emma-Jean and met her new building, visited my ma for tea and computer support, gardened until the bins were full, and played volleyball relatively well.
Improvised improvisation.Today's workshop at
Improvention examined determining the conclusion of the dialogue and action by resolving the emotional narrative. It was fascinating, like neurological ethics. (In a good way.)
Improvised Strindberg.
That pretty much sums up today's workshop.
This looks like fun in an 'if you are into that sort of thing' way. Also, I'm a bit sleepy now so my judgement may be impaired. Certainly I have failed to adequately communicate the quality of my day. It was a nice day (for want of an adequate communication).
Improvised interpretive dance.Today at
Improvention I did a "Move & Discover" workshop where the improvisation is informed by the physicality of the scene rather than the other way around blah jargon. Unfortunately I ate poorly for lunch and had to stop being quite so physical while the blood moved back to my brain from the regurgitation centres it was gathering in. It was my own fault for failing to correct the food service provider when she asked "What sauce?" and I said "Tomato, thank you" and she asked "What?" and I said "Tomato" and she put mayonnaise on my lunch.
Improvised theatrical devices.Today I did a workshop about how you can improvise an entire long form performance by pretty much doing everything you avoid when you perform short form scenes. There seems to be a lot of 'how to break the rules' going on in the conference sessions and workshops generally.
Improvised romance.Today at
Improvention I learned about flirting and romantic love. The workshop also had sex on the agenda, but we ran out of time.
Improvised singing.Today I went to
Improvention. Actually, I'm going to
Improvention all week. Today they taught me how to sing. Not only do they not know the rule about Christopher singing (i.e. I'm not allowed to), they're positively against it in concept. Fortunately for everybody it was mostly about bass lines and rhythm rather than notes and lyrics. My brain was full about two thirds of the way through the workshop so the stuff about opera was really just balancing on top of my head and was not assimilated.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman