Multitasking the holidays

And now the  holidays have begun.

This is a time in which most people sigh in relief, safe in the knowledge that the only writing and reading they shall be doing will be on tiny-screened communication devices, but not me. For me this is a time when I can totally immerse myself in any and all words of my choice.

The holidays are a time when I can choose my own literary intake and am not limited to set-work novels and textbooks chosen by someone I'll never meet because someone told him everyone should have a knowledge of  a Shakespearean tragedy or an allegory on Communism and that they should know how plants operate and how this came about. I'm not disputing the work of Orwell or Shakespeare and I'm  not saying that auxins and evolution do not interest me, I'm just stating that had I a choice these would not be the topics I'd look into at the moment

For the next few weeks my reading material shall consist of an old book on Living fossils, 2 Bond novels and The Sign of Four, a Sherlock Holmes tale. I shall, of course be reading them all at the same time.

In fact all four of the novels will be lying open on my bed alongside my ancient Dell laptop, a copy of popular mechanics, my 4 notebooks (Manuscript for novel, ideas for novel, non-novel stuff and pocket book), my sketchbook and probably a discarded banana peel whenever I am awake. When I am not awake my things shall be relocated to the floor, desk and bedside table in equal measures where they shall stay until I wake up  again and they can re-colonise the bed. I also have a bag big enough to fit them all for when I am away from my place of rest. Let it be said here and now that I will not spend any amount of time without a pen, a pencil, a paintbrush and a piece of paper within reach. Exams start soon after these holidays and so there shall be nothing exam themed in them at all.

Street theater and James Bond

Today's blog will just be a stream of words flowing from my fingertips. It shall be an account of things I am thinking of, which are few and far between really.

Lets talk first about drama, lets talk about a play. I'm in a play; a school production. I'm not singing and I''m quite glad. I'll sing loudly in the streets but not on a stage, its the focus of a thousand audience members that puts me off I think. There are people who take the singing part very seriously though; take for instance the girl who buried her head in her friends shoulder, devastated by the tiny hiccup she had made in the first chorus of break even, or the other girl who asked the rest of the auditionees for a beat to help her with her song. Why are you so self-conscious people? Why can't you just act?

I personally believe that performance is about looking silly. I believe that you should make a fool of yourself in order to reach the next level. Guys wear a dress, girls where a mustache. Do something you think you can't and find yourself leaving the stage dumbstruck by your own performance. I randomly break out into monologues or scenes from movies.. It is the kind of acting I love to do, not just stage acting. That's why I was dumbfounded today when someone at the auditions told me it was imperative they got in. They claimed they needed it to fuel their need to act. I responded by doing a rendition of Eddy Izzard's the tyranny of ducks from his show Glorious and promptly walked away leaving them in a sate of deep confusion. Acting can and must happen everywhere. That is why I am taking my house play cast to a mall in full costume and character. It shall be the best absurdist mall trip ever.

This brings me to James Bond, more specifically Jeffrey Deaver's new Bond novel which is a little odd really. It is a bond novel set in modern times and once you get used to Bond's iPhone (modified by Q of course) and the fact that his E-type jaguar is a vintage it can be quite fun.

This is a lot like street theater in that it shows that something classic and well loved is appropriate in every circumstance. I'm pondering the idea of writing a steampunk Bond short story just to illustrate this point. James Bond's Heroics and womanizing is as appropriate now as it was in the sixties, perhaps even more so. In a world of scandals and raw sexuality where has this hero been? I am yet to read of Bond ordering his classic Martini but I am told that his most common drink is actually single malt whiskey so I guess that's alright.

So never feel like a fish out of water; the whole world is an ocean and whatever your gills are make sure you're getting enough oxygen.

An irregular blog

So my plan to start a regular blog has already failed and this is a shame really. Perhaps, though, an irregular blog would be more like it, more the sort of thing I would write. Perhaps I should talk about the migratory pattern of cubes or the rainfall in the general area of my mind just to break from the norm of blogging and of bloggers.
At least my blog is not just a picture dumping ground, it does have that little uniqueness.
I'm a poet though and maybe my next post will be a poem of mine, that could be fun.
Here are some links of sites I like, webcomics all of them

Xkcd
Scary go round
Poorly drawn lines

Oh also this is the last post I write before I share this blog on facebook for the first time...