I am actually in London to study Theartre. I have seen two plays so far. "Claybourne Park" was very good at the Wyndham. It was about private property and racism. It was very well done, great acting. The dialogue clipped along very natural. There was often a comedic timing to the lines being delivered, but it wasn't funny, or at least I didn't think so.
I saw "I am the Wind" last night at the Young Vic. It was... strange. A cool set with a pneumatic boat and a small lake/large puddle. I found it to be esoteric, surreal, and absurd. Two characters on stage talking and sailing. It deals with suicide. The relationship is not stated. At one point I thought they were the same person. The point was one was trying to understand the other. I'm sure there are metaphors and symbols, but I didn't get it.
I woke up early this morning, not sure what time as I don't have a watch or clock. I stretched, did push ups, and juggled. We had our first in classroom, class. Which, I just came from. I am feeling a bit unsure... of everything. A friend looked in to dance classes for me, which I am going to check out on Monday. That will be an adventure. Other than that I have nothing planned. I'll just see what falls out.
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