Bad things the cats have done (this week).

  1. Eaten soap. (Lady Jane)
  2. Repeatedly broken into the cupboard below the sink. (Lucy)
  3. Deleted all my MLA search results before I could save them. (Lucy)
  4. Hung up on a Skype call with B. 5 times in a single conversation. (Cynthia)
  5. Climbed the screen door. (Lucy)
  6. Escaped into the hallway while I was bringing the laundry in. (Cynthia)
  7. Broken the ceramic covered soap dish in a bid to get at the delicious soap contained within. (Lady Jane)
  8. Nearly ate a set of headphones. (Lucy)
  9. Went into the grocery bags and pulled out the new bar of soap I bought to replace the one that got smashed all over the bathroom floor (see #7). (Lady Jane)
  10. Went into the garbage and pulled out all the crumpled up balls of paper and dropped them in the bathtub. (Lucy)
  11. Ate my soup. (Lucy)
  12. Repeatedly tried to eat my breakfast. (Lucy)

24 October 2016

Stuff I have learned.

I’m trying to write after I finish books (or collections of articles) as a way of processing thoughts and putting things together. But I am either out of practice, or there’s not enough coalescing in my brain after reading 1-2 books. But here is some stuff I’ve learned about theatre/performance theory so far.

It seems (though this may be a limited perspective) that performance theory in Europe/England/North America in the last century or so has been mostly dominated by realist and non-realist traditions. So on the realist side is the idea that plays ought to be mimetic of reality (Hamlet’s ‘to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature’ comes up a lot around this point). From what I remember from my lit crit/lit theory classes, this is a pretty age-old concept that has roots in classical dramatic and aesthetic traditions (see Plato, Aristotle, Dryden, etc). Realist theatre is also influenced by the character development ideas of Stanislavksy (or he is influenced by realist theatre?) which suggests that when on stage the actor is subsumed into the character she or he portrays (and seems the basis of method acting principles?).

The other major performance theory seems to be Brecht’s (or heavily influenced by him). I’ve read a bit of Brecht before in a class on Jewish modernist philosophy. Brecht was himself a Marxist/socialist, and so he believed that theatre’s job was to show audiences the social relations that resulted in certain events/conflicts. Rather than being lost in a narrative, identifying with characters, and being brought to some emotional catharsis audience members should be invited to see how actors create characters, theatre apparati create theatrical and narrative effects, and, through the concept of gestus (repeated, signifying gestures or actions), how characters and events are the result of social conflict.

My reading right now is focussed on the way that contemporary critics have adapted different performance methods and ideas to represent gender. So far what I’ve gleaned is that realist theatre has the potential to highlight the lived realities of women (but doesn’t necessarily question the social constructedness of those realities). Brechtian theatre (non-realist theatre) has the potential to highlight the way that social relations construct ideas around gender, to show how these ideas might be changed/changeable. But perhaps non-realist theatre creates less of an emotional impact for the viewer (I’m not entirely clear on how this strand of theory makes a place for emotional connection between audience and stage)?

I’m also trying to think through how these modern ideas make sense of early modern play texts. On the one hand, I’m really interested in looking at contemporary productions of early modern texts, which are obviously heavily influenced by modern performance theory. But I also want to balance that consideration by thinking about how these texts might have existed and been presented on their own stages (since contemporary productions most always work with theatre historians and early modern critics while preparing productions for the stage, as a way of better understanding their meaning, and how to make connections between ‘original’ meanings and contemporary situations and audiences.

But mostly I’m wondering if I should go back and read Brecht and early performance theory. I’m never very good at drawing liens around these things.

29 September 2016

[Caveat: I probably don’t really know what I’m talking about yet.]


Dolan, Jill. The Feminist Spectator as Critic.Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1991.


Since I’ve had…

a more relaxed schedule I’ve been playing with the cats more. They’re pretty active and into things to the extent that I mostly tune out any strange noises I hear around the place and have mostly lost my startle response when objects crash to the ground nearby. (‘What are you destroying in there?’ I’ll casually call over to the next room. Or ‘Good job knocking things over!’ when I see rampant destruction happening in front of me.)

But everything I’ve ever read about trouble-making cats has added up to ‘play with cat more=tired, well behaved cat!’ Except in the case of my cats it seems to have made them more active and into everything.

Case in point.


This ended in a broken plate.

26 September 2016



Time off.

So I’m doing this entirely novel thing where I take whole weekends off. I don’t think I’ve done that since maybe the summer after second-year undergrad (literally ten years ago) because since then I’ve always had at-home research jobs (where I was basically terrible at keeping regular hours) or a thesis or dissertation to work on (where deadline anxiety meant I pretty much worked or at least thought about work every weekend) or summer course prep (there’s no taking weekends off in summer courses).

Also there was that one summer I took extra Latin courses and there’s also no taking weekends off when you’ve got a million pages of Apuleius to translate.

One of the things I’m trying to do with my time off is make time to go to more shows. I used to be pretty darned good about finding  concerts and performances to go to on the weekends (this is a pretty good city for that kind of thing) but I got out of the habit of it in the last year when walking and standing got difficult.

But I’m feeling pretty adventurous lately. So I just need to find out where all the random organ concerts are being held these days.

24 September 2016


This week in books.

I finished reading Hedda Gabler this evening. I didn’t enjoy it much. I’m trying to figure out why — I suspect it’s that Hedda falls a bit too much into the ‘problem woman’ stock type and doesn’t feel very real to me. Maybe I just have a really bad imagination and seeing more productions of the play would help fill out the character. Enh.

I’ve been picking away slowly at Alice Major’s The Office Tower Tales (Edmonton: University of Alberta Press, 2008) for the past several months. It’s something of a mix of The Canterbury Tales and 1001 Nights, but with a modern backdrop. (Scheherazade, Aphrodite, and Pandora work in the titular office tower, with Scheherazade telling stories on their breaks.) Reading it very slowly over a long period of time has allowed me to spend a lot of time thinking about the structural and thematic connections in the poem as a whole. Hopefully will have more thoughts on this after it’s done.

I also finally finished the Welcome to Night Vale novel (Cranor and Fink, New York: HarperPerennial, 2015) which was really fun. I hadn’t realised how much the weirdness of Night Vale had seeped into my brain until I was reading one of the Alice Major poems and a character opened a(n ordinary desk) drawer and my brain automatically supplied hot milk drawer. WTNV is so weird but the weirdness comes off as completely normal.

Finally, I started Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters (London:Penguin, 2012) and it is funny in a way I didn’t at all expect (Gaskell is very witty, and intentionally so, I think). It’s 700+ pages so expect lots more melodrama in the coming weeks.

(For work I am reading Jill Dolan’s The Feminist Spectator as Critic (Ann Arbor: U of Michigan P, 1991) but that is for work so I’m not going to talk about it here.)

23 September 2016

Starting again.

I’ve recently started a new research project-position-thing in earnest. Doing so has made me realise the extent to which I have not been doing research in the past two years while I have been doing contract work, taking care of some unexpected health issues, and (half-heartedly) applying for jobs. At least, I haven’t been engaged in the same kind of focused, long-term reading and writing that goes along with something like writing a dissertation.

Which is to say I mostly feel like I’ve forgotten how to research.

The feeling is also doubtless because the new project requires a very different sort of methodology than I’ve previously used. I’m still looking at plays, but reading them primarily as performance texts rather than written texts. And theatre and performance studies has its own theoretical apparatus and methods with which (somewhat surprisingly given that I’ve been working with plays for nearly a decade now) I have a spotty familiarity.

So I’m pretty much in a reading phase right now: reading some preliminary and foundational books on theatre and performance theory. But I’m also trying to write at regular intervals as I finish texts, just as a way of processing thoughts in a loose but still tangible way.

(I say this but so far the only thoughts I have on reading are that I am really really enjoying have the time and space to read with curiosity, but without urgency. It’s a huge privilege, but also a nice reprieve from the last two years which have been veeeeeery difficult and painful in the literal senses of those words.)

At the same time I’m reading theatre and performance theory, I’m reading and watching plays regularly. Early modern ones, but also any plays — particularly ones that come up during reading. Currently in the midst of Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler. So far I’ve been laughing at Hedda’s scornful portrayal of Tesman’s academic habits, getting irritated at Tesman’s assumption that he’s just going to waltz into town and take a professorial job (‘I have every expectation of being a professor one of these days’), and then feeling anxious at the mere mention of job competitions (ugh).

I don’t really have an ending for this post. Random random thoughts.

21 September 2016


Preface: Lucy had an upset stomach yesterday. Which lead to the following:

Lucy: [eats a bunch of food]

Lucy, half an hour later: [throws up a hairball + bunch of food, walks away]

Lucy, 15 seconds later [circles back, sees regurgitated food] food. NOM NOM.

Human: [cleaning up hairball + regurgitated food] Ugh, gross. Don’t eat that! Gross!

Lucy: [stands by, disgruntled, while regurgitated food is taken away]

Human [throws down cloth to wipe the floor afterwards, leaves to get soap/water]

Lucy: I have an idea for a fun game.

Lucy: [rolls on cloth/floor where she just vomited]



22 July 2016

This week in books.

Have made it to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in my re-reading of the HP series. Every time I re-read the series I find it harder and harder to like Snape (even though a lot of people find him heroic or whatever based on the revelations in Deathly Hallows). Even putting aside the personal vendetta he has against Harry because of his resemblance to James, it’s hard to ignore that he is an extremely  abusive teacher, verbally and emotionally. Like, there’s this throwaway detail at the beginning of chapter 14 of Goblet of Fire:

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Professor Snape, who seemed to have obtained new levels of vindictiveness over the summer, gave Neville detention, and Neville returned from it in a state of nervous collapse, having been made to disembowel a barrel-ful of horned toads. (185)

First, it’s maybe not a great teaching method to respond to errors in the classroom with punishment. The classroom is supposed to be a place where people who don’t already have a set of knowledges and skills learn a set of knowledges and skills, and do so by practicing things they are not yet good at and therefore are going to make mistakes.

Second, this punishment is particularly heinous given that we know Neville’s beloved pet Trevor is a toad. Earlier in book 3 Snape also tests Neville’s shrinking solution directly on Trevor with the comment that ‘If, as I don’t doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned’ (97). This is some specific and deliberate cruelty designed to emotionally torment a student just because he isn’t good at the subject and it is awful and gross.

3 June 2016

Works Cited

Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.Vancouver: Raincoast, 1999.

Rowling, J.K. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Vancouver: Raincoast, 2003.


JUNE2Today  I was doing some lecture prep on John Evelyn — a writer  with whom I am becoming a bit more familiar (he’s writing near the end of the early modern  period, and certainly outside the scope of Jacobean drama, so is definitely not in my immediate research field). Out of curiousity I started poking around his works on EEBO and discovered just how much he wrote on plants: gardening almanacs, treatises and talks on tree planting and cultivation (including one work on which trees could clean the London air), works on edible plants.

There’s something really charming about almanacs and manual, bestiaries and miscellanies: I think it’s something to do with the combination of the everydayness of the knowledge presented and the variety included in such texts: we get to  learn the everyday habits and opinions of people related to all aspects of fishing, or animals, or gardening and there’s something really fun about that. I loved reading Walton’s The Compleat Angler in comps year, and last year I read through Topsell’s History of Four-Footed Beasts just for fun. I think the next extra-curricular early modern text I’ll read is Evelyn’s Kalendrium Hortense, which in addition to displaying lots of interesting snapshots into the world of early modern gardening, is sort of adorably tiny.

1 June 2016

(Also, I find Evelyn’s advice to look after the bees incredibly poignant, given everything that’s going on, bee-wise, these days.)

Speaking of impatience…

one of the things I’ve had to learn how to do in the last year while unfolding the mystery of my increasingly injured knee is to adjust my expectations of what I can do in a day. I tend to have a limited amount of walking around’ (or standing) time in day, after which things get incredibly painful and exhausting (or my knee just decides that nope I’m not going to have any more of this ‘doing things’ nonsense altogether). I tend to prioritise the necessary things like work and appointments — as well as basic life stuff like cooking, groceries, and taking the garbage out — all of which require an annoying amount of standing and walking.

If I want to do other things in the day I have to make sure I’ve done the necessary things first, to make sure they definitely get done (because apparently I’m an adult and this is what responsible adults do in life). But this means that in the past year there’s been a lot less room for things like socialising or going to art galleries or even just enjoying a nice walk.

I also find myself missing the basic freedom of movement involved in just hopping on the bus or even walking to campus or the library when I would rather work Someplace Else. (It’s hard to navigate busses without knee stability.) I’d rather save my energy for the necessary things, but this means a lot less variation in my environment, and generally my day-to-day life.

On the plus side, I’ve actually learned how to prioritise, and how to more realisitically assess what I can get done in a day instead of idealistically committing myself to way more things than are humanely possible like I did the whole time I was in grad school (which just leads to the never-ending sense that one hasn’t worked enough). I suspect these are Valuable Life Skills. But for the moment, I still find myself resisting the impulse to do more things every single day.

25 May 2016