Feel the Burn

Rehearsal was cancelled today, which leaves me with a day unexpectedly open to do with whatever I will. It's honestly a bit disappointing, because I look forward to rehearsals, but at the same time, my body could use the day off. Since The Prometheus Myth is going to require a lot of physical strength and stamina from its actors, we've started devoting a half hour of rehearsal to something called FIT training (FIT supposedly stands for something other than "fitness" but nobody seems to know what), which is a cycle of low-impact aerobic exercises designed to firm muscles and build stamina. We've did our first bit of FIT training on Thursday, and I have not been so sore since I took a step aerobics class in high school. Truly, I never realized how out of shape I am. So I'm glad to be getting back into shape. And I'm also glad I don't have to do it today, because Thursday kicked my ass from there to Sunday.

A Good Week for Artwork...

One of the cool things about my hobby is that, since I'm making something that people want, I can periodically trade a bottle for something else. I recently ran a batch of absinthe and sent a bottle to Sam and Terry. In trade, Sam offered these:



I love them. Sid Wangmeister, incidentally, was the porn name I took for myself in college when I was writing the as-yet unmade existentialist porn, Coital Solution (the tag line of which was "Show Me How to Make Mayonaise, Baby"). Sid was the comic relief for the film. He owned a kosher deli and would make suggestive jokes about pickles. Perhaps you see why this film was never made.

On Tuesday, I also received this. I didn't get this for barter, but the money I spent on it helped my friend Ursula take a trip to Costa Rica for some very good causes. So everyone wins.

I think I'll spend my day off buying some hanging brads and searching my apartment for wall space.