Is it a cook out when you eat in? The weekend, so far! BSU Theater Goes Wide

Up early on Saturday, cleaning up and doing some writing. A couple of posts for here; I did a paragraph for "Road Tripping." That is the first time I have been able to do turn my hand to fiction for a long, long time.

I kept missing the bus. When I went to the grocery, I forgot potatoes for this recipe I had for using up the fennel bulbs I bought. 

Then I decided to go to The Downtown Food Stand. They had potatoes, but it took 3 trips to get them. I forgot my debit card. There went about 45 minutes, but I did get a little exercise.

Melissa showed up for the cookout. When I called CC, telling her that we were coming for her, and she told me she felt sick when I told her my sister was there. Usual CC stuff, no show.

But since CC was to supply the steaks, I had nothing to feed my sister. Off we went to Payless. I found brats on sale and that was that.

The fennel/potato salad turned out very well. Sister and I had a long chat about family matter, after she had her usual breakdown about being picked on by me. She left around 6.

When she left, I started feeling lethargic, so I did not get any writing done. I decided to watch Wrath of Man on Tube. Another Jason Staham/Guy Ritchie collaboration. It was good, but when the browser crashed around 9, I decided it was time for bed.

Up at 7 AM, and going through the email. I forwarded some items and worked on this post and two others. Almost time to get ready for church.

From Friday, a piece that I had forgotten about:

The Fall of Kelvin Walker by Alasdair Gray - review by Adam Mars-Jones (Literary Review). Seems that Gray marched on London. I have never heard about this novel.

The Fall of Kelvin Walker is charming, pointed, funny, well-written and something of a disappointment after the excellence of 1982 Janine. It should nevertheless be read by the English for the rare pleasure of seeing themselves described as rich, wild, nonchalant and reckless, seductively sure and shallow: very much the way, in fact, that they are used to imagining Americans.

Yesterday, I had the following on while doing something else, then I had to give it some attention. Strange opening, interesting for how performances changed, except for one, of course. 

I am not so sure nowadays how to take Gene Vincent's performances. Yes, this was after the wreck and the damage done to his leg, but I cannot see how he was a competitor to Elvis.

Eric Burdon is one I only saw performing recently. I keep comparing him to Mick Jagger, and he is nothing like Jagger.

And then there is Jerry Lee.

Finally, good news from my alma mater: From Muncie to the National Stage: Ball State Theatre Majors Land Summer Fellowships

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