The first round of flyering for BONE was tonight--for those not "in the know" (i.e., at Northwestern), flyering is where you and your affiliates go around taping flyers to the sidewalks all over campus. I was unnecessarily excited about this, since I've never flyered for anything before. Even better, I got to do one of the most traveled areas of campus and tape down the posters with colored ink
Rehearsal was also pretty rockin'. It was different from our previous rehearsals, in that instead of just going through and running things, we worked a bit on the specifics of character--that is, the specifics of my character and her minions. Voice, posture, how they move etc. Squee.
But yeah, that's what's going on at that front. Now for something completely different.
I went to Barnes n Noble just after rehearsal and, after wandering about a bit and discovering the new volume of Angel Sanctuary
hadn't come out yet (I pop in whenever it occurs to me to check), I found myself searching the Astronomy section.
Y'see, my usually-passing fascination with space, with 'what's-out-there'
, has been intensifying as of late. So much so that I even briefly considered changing my major from Theatre to Astronomy and studying to become an astronaut (I was in a Chaotic mood that day, hoo boy). It freaked me out severely. I went into Theatre because it never occured to me that I could do anything else. Now it was occuring to me. Maybe it's just how the innate human pioneer spirit happens to manifest itself in me. I don't really know.
Oddly enough, seeing pictures of what is
out there doesn't necessarily make me want to go more. It actually does almost the opposite. People have been there already, and that's what there is. They even took pictures, see? Just another place to go, when you think about it.
What still tugs at me is that there's now another Future-Emily out there. An Emily who rides in centrifuges and shuttles, who wears blue jumpsuits and eats freeze-dried ice cream. I don't dislike the Emily I'm becoming, but the other intrigues me, and I'd like to at least brush elbows with her.
So now I'm reading Cosmos
by Carl Sagan, and contemplating going skydiving with John and the rest whenever they decide to go again. He said it felt like flying, and it's the closest to Zero-G I have the chance of getting in the near future.