Mrs. Perils and our son atop Pilot Rock
Wow, we're so busy, I don't have very many contemplative moments to do any "writing". Our first two plays here were comedies, and not that thought-provoking. The first, Shaw's The Philanderer, was packed with witty dialogue and a lot of its comedy relied on the ideas being explored and filtered through well-developed characters. You need a little bit of cultural context to fully comprehend what's going on. It was set around perhaps the first wave of women's rights movement in the late 19th century, and the effects it was having on courting and relations between the sexes, at least in the educated urban social stratum of the play. I will more fully explore this later (we're heading off to Crater Lake as soon as the gang downstairs realizes I'm blogging and physically drags me off to the car).
The other comedy, Room Service, was broad, more physical comedy, and was about an act too long. The Festival needs a show like this to put butts in seats, and I don't begrudge it, since it, like everything else here, is done superbly.
Last night, we saw Richard III, and I can't even begin to treat it at this moment. It's too reductive, but impossible not to, connect Richard/Buckingham with Bush/Rove somehow. I won't say anything more until I can say something intelligent.
Interspersed with the plays, as always, we've had Outdoor Adventures - a nice hike yesterday, and a climb up Pilot Rock Monday.
OK, I'm discovered, and need to post.
10:32:21 AM 
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Perils of Caffeine in the Evening
