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So, four days without blogging happened. I actually have a bunch of different blog posts partially written now, awaiting completion, but the weather has been grey and bleh and I have been busy cleaning things.
This weekend, I went to go see my youngest brother, Luke, perform as Willy Wonka in a high school musical. He was, in a word, fantastic. He managed to both emulate the puckish, playful insanity of Gene Wilder's Wonka and put something else into the part... a sort of confiding playfulness.
I had known Luke acted, but I hadn't realized just how good he was at it. I mean, he was phenomenal, and that's not brotherly bias talking. There are ten years between us. I don't know him very well. But he is not, generally, terribly expressive, and so I hadn't been certain how well he would take to the manic whimsy of Willy Wonka. Put quite simply, when he was on the stage his facial expressions belonged to a different person. If it wasn't for his rather distinctive (bright red, curly, long) hair, I might have mistaken him for someone else.
He's going to come up next year and attend college locally, and I am so excited to make his acquaintance better, you guys, it's difficult to describe. Teresa and I have always been close, but my brothers... not as much. Until, of course, Thomas came up here for a year of post-secondary. That, too, was a revelation -- as much like making a new friend as becoming reacquainted with a brother I hypothetically knew all his life. Thomas's sense of humor, his persistent spirit of inquiry, and the sort of casualness of his capability were all things I wouldn't have guessed at. He was always the quiet, serious, withdrawn one. Luke was the rollercoaster, much more like Teresa in that his moods spiraled from fireball-passionate to withdrawn fixation. He was the athletic one, unlike the rest of us, and the popular one (likewise). Beyond that he was always a distant mystery to me (although for my first two years of college, my mother would call me when Luke was being difficult -- I knew better how to handle him. I did so much childcare between 15 and 18, as my parents each worked 2 jobs. Not the majority of it, but the plurality. Of course, despite asking my advice, my mother generally ignored it, and my observations on its likely causes.... that's a whole nother neurosis. I mean post.).
Anyway. That was my weekend.
Tonight: Star Wars!
Tomorrow: payday, and two chapters of Hellion Prince posted. For real realz this time, I swear.
This weekend, I went to go see my youngest brother, Luke, perform as Willy Wonka in a high school musical. He was, in a word, fantastic. He managed to both emulate the puckish, playful insanity of Gene Wilder's Wonka and put something else into the part... a sort of confiding playfulness.
I had known Luke acted, but I hadn't realized just how good he was at it. I mean, he was phenomenal, and that's not brotherly bias talking. There are ten years between us. I don't know him very well. But he is not, generally, terribly expressive, and so I hadn't been certain how well he would take to the manic whimsy of Willy Wonka. Put quite simply, when he was on the stage his facial expressions belonged to a different person. If it wasn't for his rather distinctive (bright red, curly, long) hair, I might have mistaken him for someone else.
He's going to come up next year and attend college locally, and I am so excited to make his acquaintance better, you guys, it's difficult to describe. Teresa and I have always been close, but my brothers... not as much. Until, of course, Thomas came up here for a year of post-secondary. That, too, was a revelation -- as much like making a new friend as becoming reacquainted with a brother I hypothetically knew all his life. Thomas's sense of humor, his persistent spirit of inquiry, and the sort of casualness of his capability were all things I wouldn't have guessed at. He was always the quiet, serious, withdrawn one. Luke was the rollercoaster, much more like Teresa in that his moods spiraled from fireball-passionate to withdrawn fixation. He was the athletic one, unlike the rest of us, and the popular one (likewise). Beyond that he was always a distant mystery to me (although for my first two years of college, my mother would call me when Luke was being difficult -- I knew better how to handle him. I did so much childcare between 15 and 18, as my parents each worked 2 jobs. Not the majority of it, but the plurality. Of course, despite asking my advice, my mother generally ignored it, and my observations on its likely causes.... that's a whole nother neurosis. I mean post.).
Anyway. That was my weekend.
Tonight: Star Wars!
Tomorrow: payday, and two chapters of Hellion Prince posted. For real realz this time, I swear.
