Mr. Loh is playing a Frank Sinatra cover of “Something”, by the Beatles. I’m terrifed. Yesterday, in rehearsals, we were discussing the crime of covering the Beatles. Especially regarding Britney Spears’ pending cover of “Eleanor Rigby”, which in my opinion is a capital offense, punishable by slow, painful death. Britney must be stopped.
I’m really surprised. My Elfwood gallery hasn’t been ransacked yet! I wonder what’s taking the ERB so long…
The author of this test is my hero.
If I were a Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics, I would be Joe Harris’s Algebraic Geometry: A First Course.
I am intended to introduce students to algebraic geometry; to give them a sense of the basic objects considered, the questions asked about them, and the sort of answers one can expect to obtain. I thus emphasize the classical roots of the subject. For readers interested in simply seeing what the subject is about, I avoid the more technical details better treated with the most recent methods. For readers interested in pursuing the subject further, I will provide a basis for understanding the developments of the last half century, which have put the subject on a radically new footing. Based on lectures given at Brown and Harvard Universities, I retain the informal style of the lectures and stresses examples throughout; the theory is developed as needed. My first part is concerned with introducing basic varieties and constructions; I describe, for example, affine and projective varieties, regular and rational maps, and particular classes of varieties such as determinantal varieties and algebraic groups. My second part discusses attributes of varieties, including dimension, smoothness, tangent spaces and cones, degree, and parameter and moduli spaces.
Renata has relocated. I love frowl.org.
Grrr. I get home at 11:30. Stupid musical, this is worse than JETS. I’m going to sleep.
Tomorrow, we film the show, and as of yet, we’ve never gotten through the entire production. Should I be worried?
Why does everyone have a snow day but me? ::flails in irritation:: Look at all that snow on the ground! This is Dallas! School gets cancelled if there’s a 30% chance of the stuff! Bah.
Why on Earth didn’t I bring my tablet with me to school today? I could be working on the Starling collaboration. I have my camera with me, so I could go out and do some photography, but the snow isn’t nearly as glorious as it was yesterday and last night. Double bah. I could do my homework, but that’s the last thing I want to do right now. ::flails about:: So that’s my story.
How about another helping of amusing quotes? I really need to update the archive. Maybe I will during that two-week period when I won’t have any theatre! Muaha, I think I’m going to try out for “The Twelfth Night”, as I talked to Olivia (possibly the most dramatic girl in the senior class) last night, and she wants to try out for Olivia. There aren’t very many dramatic seniors, so my chances at getting a role will be pretty high. ::crosses fingers::
Mr. Dumaine: Do you have any questions?
Me: “Are you nuts?” comes to mind.
…All it takes is a little differential calculus.
Sherri: (in response to a Kepler video) Do you find teaching more frustrating than rewarding?
Mr. Taylor: But rewards come from frustration.
Sherri: Do you really believe that?
Mr. Taylor: I don’t know, but it sounded good.
Mr. Taylor: We’re going to watch a movie.
Me: Lord of the Rings? Hitchhiker’s Guide?
Megan: The Emperor’s New Groove?
Mr. Taylor: It’s about gravity.
Gigi: Is it just footage of people falling?
It’s the classic “Elevator in Outer Space” problem.
Every single day when I wake up in the morning, I take five minutes out of my schedule to ponder the Joy of Tadpoles.
It’s just cool! It’s bound to be true!
The “Over Soul”? Is that some Transcendentalist pun on galoshes?
Very few Romans used ASCII, so this really wasn’t a problem.
There are some countries I haven’t been to, like Africa and India.
::stares:: There have been far too many “Horn of Gondor” jokes recently for me to feel comfortable with this result.
Wait a second… are the Valentine cards due tonight? I thought they were due on Friday. Bloody hell. I still haven’t finished Jia Ling’s and I barely have anything on Monica’s.
EDIT: Even more bloody hell. They’re due tomorrow. ::sheepish look:: Erm…
That was certainly an interesting rehearsal. Our call was at 5:30, and because I didn’t want to have to go home then immediately head back to school (icy conditions require slow driving), I just went up to the computer lab to work on “Men at Arms”. I’m working out the tune for (one of) the Angua songs, so we’ll have to see what comes of it. I really like how it’s shaping up. Soon after, I was joined by Chungy, who spent the time at AtomFilms.com watching Star Wars parodies. Our favourite, as featured in Blogspotting, was the Star Wars Gangsta Rap. Utter brilliance. Our other favourite was The Fandom Menace. This is how you truly waste an afternoon! Anyway, Chungy was called to crew, and I went to Einstein’s for a bagel sandwich and (as I found out later) the worst hot chocolate in history. Oh well.
Off to rehearsal, where I waited for about 20 minutes in line to get my hair done, with no end in sight, I just decided that I might as well find a wig. Mr. Blaydes was trying to increase the number of blondes onstage, but since Mae definitely wasn’t a blonde in my mind, I went with the only red wig in sight. I fell in love with this wig. It’s really short and a bit fluffy, and it doesn’t make my head look oddly shaped. Hurrah! I realized afterwards that considering my position in line, I still wouldn’t have had my hair done an hour later. Yowza. Another plus about my wig is that I was originally supposed to wear a French twist, just like I did in “How to Succeed”. I didn’t want Mae to be a Smitty clone, regardless of how much fun I had in that role.
Anyway, after what seemed like a 15 minute overture (seriously. I kept walking around in the Green Room, asking the Costume girls “Isn’t the overture over YET?”). I swore to myself right then and there that I’d keep the overture for “Men at Arms” at a sane length. Yes, it will have an overture. I decided that the Pratchett-like spirit could best be attained through a classic sort of musical that occasionally pokes fun at classic sorts of musicals. “Like The Producers“, I told Chungy over lunch one day. “Will it have Matthew Broderick in it?” she asked. This culminated in a frankly terrifying mental image of Nathan Lane as Sgt. Colon. The conversation ended there.
Back to the subject at hand. The overture was long and boring and drawn out. Things generally went smoothly until various people forgot to come onstage, though it was covered rather well. I saw my parents in the audience. In my red hair, red sailor shirt, red shoes, and bright red lipstick for the picnic scene, I decided that I resembled a Communist Peter Pan. Much time was spent yelling for Kingsley (Prez) to come onstage, as he’s still not entirely aware of when he needs to be on. He’s getting a lot better about it, though. Of course, in the last scene of Act I, he arrived early, ready to go on, only to have the power go out. Hilarity ensued. “We’re not supposed to have a blackout there!” some girls yelled. When everyone realized what had happened, Mrs. Hubbard and Mr. Blaydes told us to stay right where we were and not to move. “At least we can practice Hernando’s Hideaway“, I suggested, referring to a scene that takes place in complete darkness. “You sure you don’t need anything else backstage, Kingsley?”, another actor asked. I took a penlight, illuminated half my face, and sang selections from “Phantom of the Opera”. Good times, good times. Eventually, we got the lights back on. We finished the act, then started into Act II, only to have Mr. Blaydes call off the rest of rehearsal. We did the last scene and the bows, then he let us go home, as the roads were getting icy.
For those who aren’t familiar with “The Pajama Game”, the last scene consists of a pajama party of sorts, mainly a pajama fashion parade. All the principals come out and demonstrate aspects of “Sleep Tite” pajama wear. In my group, Brenda, Prez, and I epitomize “grace”, “style”, and “comfort”, in that order. Prez wears plaid flannel and I wear purple silk. We decided that we would switch for the final performance. After all, flannel would be a lot more comfortable, and there’s nothing that says “style” quite like a man in purple silk pajamas.
So now I’m home. Percy only knows how late we would have been at school if we had done the entirety of Act II. We were already there until about 10:30. Yowza. Now I’m going to do my homework. And take a shower. I have wig hair. Bah.
No idea why he wanted to give me the shout out, but golf claps go to Scott of GnuBee. Hurrah for the webloggers ring!
Just call me “Princess Priscilla”.