Smile, it’s Thursday!

Since tomorrow is the big move day, today I’m going to cheat.

My brain’s a little grid-locked with final moving prep.  I will attempt to provide witty commentary.  Mostly, though, here are some fun Shakespeare-related youtube clips.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWndLb3z5nY]

Words cannot express how much I love this. Muppets make everything better.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYUBnHuYm5U]

….Actually Henry VIII is considered a history, so it wouldn’t fall into either purview. Sorry, Sam.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiEaaVZTQAU]

Though Henry V IS a great show to learn about the human condition with. I think Picard is a pretty good casting director.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acFQHZ3EOoc]

I would post the entire episode if I could, but I guess this will have to do.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JQ8yF04y9o&feature=youtu.be]

Another one that I could post a great deal of the episode from… really, though, how can you go wrong with Carmen?

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbqq77AEN_8]

…I especially enjoy the interpretation of Puck’s last line.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LDdyafsR7g]

A very very young Ian McKellen in Trevor Nunn’s 1978 RSC Macbeth which became a 1979 filmed version. Incidentally, this was staged at “The Other Place”, an RSC theatre opened in 1974. The Other Place was a converted rehearsal room and an all-around big deal for the RSC as it was their first blackbox theatre and thereby represented a HUGE shift from GINORMOUS FANCY SHMANCY RSC PRODUCTIONS to a closer-to-the-audience theatre-for-the-people style. Today, The Other Place has been transformed into a slightly more upscale (but still smaller than the barn that was the Royal Shakespeare Theatre) Courtyard Theatre.

And, to wrap things up…

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOpEZM6OEvI]

Have a good weekend!  See you in Boston!

Welcome Home!

Hello and welcome back to your regularly scheduled blogging at its spiffy new home, Daniprose.com!

After a hiatus during which my previously mentioned threat to pretend to be illiterate took full effect, I am back on the blogging wagon. I hope that the new site, in all of its glory, makes up for a least some of the lonely moments spent wandering the web searching fruitlessly for readable and amusing academicisms. The MA really burnt me out and I’m still re-fortifying for September, but I think I’m ready to swing back into gear and flex the writing muscles so that they don’t atrophy during my precious free-as-a-bird summer break.

Taking the leap to a real grown-up blog via domain name is something that I’ve been wanting to do for some time now. The impetus to hold my breath and jump came from a dear friend who (bless her heart) got excited at the idea of giving me wordpress tips. I figured that if someone else could get excited about my work, then I sure as heck could muster the force to push myself to the next level. I’m still working on tidying house, so you’ll see some little tweaks here and there for a few weeks yet, but on the whole I believe the site will remain pretty much as it is now.

A note on previous formatting: when I migrated the old stuff to the new site, there were a few formatting glitches (as you can see). While I do care about the presentation of my carefully-chosen prose, there are over one hundred entries on this site. Short of hand-editing each of them, I have not found a way to address these formatting issues. As such, I apologize in advance for them, but they will remain (unless someone can figure out how to effectively batch-change them).

So why “Daniprose”, you may ask?

“Prose – noun. 1a) Language in the form in which it is typically written (or spoken), usually characterized as having no deliberate metrical structure (in contrast with verse or poetry). 1b) That which is plain, simple, or matter-of-fact” (OED 3rd ed.)

Prose is language without meter or poetry. Prose is simple, colloquial. When Shakespeare wrote prose, it was generally for his rustic characters; the clowns, the mechanicals, the shepherds. Prose is language that breaks the rules of form. For an actor, prose is oftentimes deceptively difficult to work with since your regular Shakespeare tricks are useful only for the metered poetry. A passage of prose is riddled with wit, jokes, and nudges at the groundlings. It is to the point and cuts to the deep heart of any matter.

Some famous passages/monologues in prose:

Hamlet; Hamlet; III.i; “Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would’st thou be a breeder of Sinners?…”
Henry IV ii; Mistress Quickly; II.iii; “Nay, sure, he’s not in hell: he’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to Arthur’s bosom…”
Macbeth; Lady MacBeth; V.i: “Out, damned spot! out, I say!…”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream: pretty much anything the mechanicals say, but famously Bottom IV.i: “When my cue comes, call mee, and I will answere. My next is, most faire Pyramus….”
Much Ado About Nothing; Benedick; II.i : “O she misusde me past the indurance of a block…”
Romeo and Juliet; Mercutio; II.iv; “More than prince of cats, I can tell you…”

Prose. The other white meat. And so, continuing on in the spirit with which we were founded, bending to Philip Henslowe’s frantic advice to a lovelorn Billy Shakes (“No, no, we haven’t the time… talk prose!”), with pen in hand we return to our hero’s saga and begin the prequel to Higher Education (Part 3): The Quest for the PhD.

>Cosmic Proportions

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School.  Classes.  Work.  Work again.  School.  Read.  Library.  Research.  Abstracts.  Conference.  PhD applications.  More Work.  Class.  Social Life?  No.  Other Work.  Papers.  Editing.  Read some more.  Die a little.
I think that I may be just a little bit stressy.
The beginning of the semester has hit and it’s hit hard.  Of course, being sick at the starting line is a huge handicap to any runner, but with my eyes clearly set on the finish line (and frequent reminders to breathe), I think I’m gonna make it.  Maybe my tune will change when I hit the halfway-mark, but we’ll cross that monumental bridge when we get to it.
I had my first sci-fi class this past Wednesday (though the class will usually meet on Monday- what the hell, Rutgers?).  I am buzzing with anticipation for this class and the first seminar meeting was no disappointment.  We wound up sitting and debating for a good fifteen to twenty minutes after the class period had ended, and this is without even having done any reading!  There will a great deal of game-face involved in this semester.  I do love having occasion to cleverly disguise myself as an academic pit-bull. 
The Professor, a sharp gray-haired man well into his seventies, is utterly fascinating.  His name is H. Bruce Franklin and though he is more noted for his work on Melville and the Vietnam War (as two separate things, not some weird cultural hybrid), he was one of the first to be teaching Science Fiction as an academic interest.  Despite years of being laughed at by his peers and countless rejection letters for his book (as well as being black-listed in the seventies for being leftist), today he’s got nineteen published books under his belt and hundreds of articles.  He’s also incredibly interesting to speak with and one of the few people I’ve ever met who can work both sides of his brain at the same time (I guess you kinda have to in order to study Science Fiction as literature).
Anyway, class meeting one.  Dr. Franklin shared some facts which really got me thinking and have worked to alleviate some of my stress, if only for a small period of time.  Have a look at these statistics and prepare to be sublimely minimized. 
There are 200-400 Billion Stars in our Galaxy.  There are 100-500 Billion Galaxies in our Universe.
The Observable Known Universe is Comprised of the following…
Dark Energy – 74%
Dark Mater – 22%
Intergalactic Gas – 3.6%
Everything Else (including all those stars, us, galaxies, your computer) – 0.4%
As if that weren’t enough to make you feel slightly insignificant, take a gander at the temporal qualities of the universe-
The Big Bang – 15 Billion Years Ago
The Formation of Earth – 4.55 Billion Years Ago
The First Multi-Cellular Organisms appeared – 1 Billion Years Ago
Plants and Animals Emerge from the Oceans – 400 Million Years Ago
The First Humans (non homo-sapiens… Lucy) – 2 Million Years Ago
First Homo Sapiens – 250 Thousand Years Ago
The Last Ice Age – 12 Thousand Years Ago
The Industrial Revolution, Modern Science and Technology, birth of Sci-Fi – 250 Years Ago
I mentioned that Professor Franklin is a brilliant man.  He’s crunched some numbers and come up with this little anecdote to put above massive span into terms that our measly little human-brains can better understand…
Imagine that you’re a planet.  In fact, you are planet Earth.  You are, in this moment, twenty years old.  The above-mentioned incidents occurred at the following junctures in your lifetime….
The First Multi-Cellular Organisms appeared – 15.5 Years Ago
Plants and Animals Emerge from the Oceans – 18.25 Years Ago
The First Humans (non homo-sapiens… Lucy) – 3 Days Ago
First Homo Sapiens – 10 Hours Ago
The Last Ice Age – 28 Minutes Ago
The Industrial Revolution, Modern Science and Technology, birth of Sci-Fi – 35 Seconds Ago
Brings a certain serenity, doesn’t it?  A little warm glowy feeling in the pit of your stomach that really, no matter what you do today, tomorrow, in your lifetime, your problems are a mere speck of time and matter in terms of the universe.  I suppose there could be some fear that comes with this leading to a Bartlebyesque sense of apathy.  If everything is so tiny and nothing matters, then why even bother? 
The ants build a colony because they must.  Nevermind that said colony could be demolished in half a blink by a giant fifty times their size and there is nothing they can do about it.  I think, when faced with the universe, that same attitude must apply.  Would you keep doing what you are currently doing if the earth were to be swallowed by the sun tomorrow? 
A little perspective can mean a great deal.  And I think that the perspective Dr. Franklin had to offer this past week has gone a long way towards settling my already-strung-out nerves.
PhD programs, after all, are mostly made of air and thereby, while giving the illusion of something solid, are no more yielding than a dream.