December 29th, 2011

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Review, "Beauty and the Beast," Northern Ballet

What are you doing this Christmas? In America, a lot of people are already going back to work. For me, I'm catching up on my writing. Last night I did a review of Northern Ballet's Beauty and the Beast, which I saw at the Leeds Grand. Now if I'm honest, I really went because the production photos were hot. Totally muscular guy with all of theses strappy things across his chest, YES! We did get some of that but not quite as much as I wanted, given that was all I wanted to see. Greedy sisters of Beauty, who cares? MORE BEAST!

Today apparently as a collaborative "art" project we're going to gild and decoupage some columns in Mary's room. Then, I think, I will take a shower. Hopefully the tea I ordered will show up soon as what I'm drinking now is the very last cup of China Keemun I can get out of the little bag I brought; I've had to reduce my tea consumption to about 1 1/2 cups a day to stretch it out as long as I have. OH HOW I'VE SUFFERED.

Yesterday we farted around until about 1, then went to Corinth to run some errands and see some sights. I failed to fall in love with any of the Roseville at Junker's II antiques; I did, however, find a rolling pin that felt Just Right and it is coming home with me. Then after a trip to the feed store to get pig and goat chow, we went to D-Shy's Tamales for two dozen home-made little babies done Southern style (in a tube wrapped with paper, and sold out of a trailer).

Sightseeing involved a trip to the Civil War Interpretive Center, built on the site of the Battle of Corinth; both sides occupied this town at different times, but when the South tried to take it back (1862) they got butchered. The Union didn't come off all that well anyway, I think they only managed because they had some reinforcements show up. Corinth, interestingly, was one of the few places in the war where things actually disintegrated into house to house fighting. The North kept the town for two years, then, guess what? They burnt most of it when they left because it had become a place that was no longer strategically important to stay in. Nice job destroying what could have been my culture as an American, jerks. They also burnt down Corona college, a women's college in a town nearby that wasn't just a finishing school, it was a real school with a hard science curriculum. I'd like to hear more about the history of this school, but I get the feeling it ends with a bang at about 1864.

To cheer ourselves up (and because I was interested), we went to the Contraband Camp. a place where freed slaves had their own town set up on the edge of Corinth, where people from a bible society taught reading and the "Contraband" ran their own communal farms. They had a $1 a month poll tax to live there which I thought was outrageous but apparently they grew enough cotton and food crops that they were making a profit of several hundred dollars a month. It seemed like an early successful communist sort of venture that would also be worth learning more of the history of, but on the site all that was left was a large open park with big pecan trees and statues imagining what camp life was like. Supposedly they're going to try to excavate it, but the sign that said that was about ten years old and I saw no sign of progress.

Then home, where we had the lamb Mary had roasted (put in oven covered in salt at 500 for 30 minutes, then continue to roast at 350, 10 minutes per pound), and basically played on our computers (I wrote and uploaded photos to Facebook), petted the pets, and read until it was bedtime.
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New Year's resolutions recap

Last year I resolved to do two things: be happier and not fall down.

While I had one slip that resulted in me barking my shin from my knee to my ankle, I landed on my feet, and I in fact had no stumbles resulting in an actual fall all year. Given that 2010 was the year in which I cracked my tailbone after a fall on ice and had two spectacular ankle twists, I thought I succeeded in this resolution in so far as I stayed upright through many twists and bobbles in my walking.

I was also generally happier. I had another black period this October brought on by the same thing as last October - feelings of rejection (caused by being rejected, this is not imaginary stuff here) and isolation and major questions about what the purpose was of my continuing to live - but it wasn't as bad as the previous year and the rest of the year was much better than the previous year was. I'll keep this resolution for this year - I'd like to have no suicidal streaks at all, please - and see if I can make 2012 a much happier year despite the fact I'm going to be having some serious, difficult to deal with changes on my hands - and these are only the ones I know about. So, I guess, I'll work on making 2012 happier than 2011, but rather than "much happier" I'll just aim for "no two week long bout of destructive self-hatred" and consider that enough of a win if I can skip out on that in the new year.

I think I also resolved to write a short story, but it didn't happen. Oh well.