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07 December 2008 @ 09:53 pm
So, I've promised blackmonkeymage that I'd start updating this semi-regularly. I suppose this is as good a time as any to start.

So, I've just recently started work on the mainstage at my school of performing arts. We're doing Midsummer Night's Dream. Shakespeare is awesome. I'm Lysander. This means a lot of lines. And a lot of parsing of said lines. Each week, I have to do 4 things to all of my lines I've gone over in the past week: scansion, IPA, denotative analysis, and connotative analysis. Here's an example. I have first the lines, then denotative, then connotative, then IPA. Alas, I've been doing the scansion by hand, so I can't very well post it.

A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;
And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
There will I stay for thee.

A good motion, therefore, Hermia, listen to this: I have a widowed aunt, a dowager, who has a lot of money, and no children. Se treats me as her son, and her house is seven hours outside of Athens. I will marry you there, fair Hermia, since the laws of Athens do not apply there. If you love me, sneak out of your father’s house tomorrow night. I’ll meet you in the woods, a mile outside of town.
That’s a great idea, so get this: I’ve got this aunt. She’s really rich, and since she has no kids, she treats me as her son. Her house just a few hours’ walk outside of town, where the laws don’t apply. I will marry you there. Now, if you Really love me, sneak out tomorrow and meet me in the woods a mile outside of town.

ʌ gʊd pərswɛɪʒən ðɛrfoər hir mi hərmiʌ
ɒi hæv ʌwɪdo ɔnt ʌ dowʌdʒər
ʌv grɛɪt rɛvənu ænd ʃi hæθ no chɒiəld
frʌm æθənz ɪz hər hæus rɪmot sɛvən ligz
ænd ʃi rɪspɛkts mi æz hər onli sʌn
ðɛr dʒɛntl hərmiʌ mɛɪ ɒi mæri ði
ænd tu ðæt plɛɪs ðʌ ʃɒərp ʌθiniən lɔ
kænɑt pərsju ʌs ɪf ðæu lʌvɪst mi ðɛn
stil foərθ ðɒi fɒðərz hæus tumɑro nɒɪt
ænd ɪn ðʌ wʊd ʌ lig wɪθæut ðʌ tæun
ðɛr wɪl ɒi stɛi foər ði

So yeah.  I do that.  To all of my lines.  Every week. 

Anyways, that's the exciting bit of school.  Extracurricularly, I've just finished my choir concerts.  Singin' bass, and it was awesome.  I'm gonna be getting a CD, which I'll be sending to some of my friends who didn't get to come.  One of our songs was awesome enough that the audience didn't remember to clap.  'Tfelt awesome. 

So yeah.  Such is what I've been doing recently.  Or the majority, anyways.

Current Mood: happyhappy
Zachary Spectorblackmonkeymage on December 8th, 2008 03:37 am (UTC)
Well, you're keeping busy all right. Does it help you get into character at all?
postmodernpostpostmodernpost on December 8th, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Well, getting into character is not the main issue with this, which is collectively called tablework. We do this so we can understand what we're actually saying. *Then* we do the character work.