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You guys are getting this on time-delay, because I’m using these posts to communicate with Emily DeCola, the designer, who is on a trip to China at the moment. So, once she reads and we catch up, I’ll post the pictures of the build.
Just because it is interesting, I’ll also share the commentary that we have going. Feel free to join in, just know that we are three days farther along in the process than you.
Monday, December 10th, 2007
We started the day at 10:00 today, shopping from home and organizing plans. Around eleven, Rob and I headed down to the shop and met up with Jane at noon. While Jane and I worked, Rob did the shopping for us. Gotta love husbands.
Here’re the fruits of our labor today.
Rob and I made sushi today, which is our New Year’s tradition. I’m off to work on the boat for a wedding, which will be the first time in years that I’ve stayed up until midnight. I’m strangely looking forward to it.
Happy New Year!
I have a mild cold that I picked up from the germ factories that come aboard the boat to meet the Cinnamon Bear. It’s not bad, just a scratchy throat and fatigue–although I suppose the fatigue comes from other sources. Anyway, we carol as people are boarding. I enjoy this even though I’m scantily dressed in a fairy costume. What’s interesting about the way my voice functions when ill is that I lose my mid-range.
My speaking voice drops, but usually my head voice stays more or less clear. I can’t blend the two ranges at all. Now, this is a problem if I’m trying to belt Christmas Carols, (which uses the chest voice and blending) so I dealt with it by jumping up to my upper end and avoiding the midrange. So here’s me, speaking a couple of steps lower than normal, and then singing high soprano because that’s the only sound I’ve got reliable available. It’s useful to know how one’s voice behaves when sick.
Next time you have a cold, I want you to hum through your range. Start at the low end and hum up to the high end, then back down. Now, with me, my voice drops out on the way up the scale, and then comes back again. On the way down, I have more notes. It usually happens this way for me. I’ve been able to use this to compete, perform or audition by either picking pieces that fit the “sick” range or by adapting the work that I doing.
For a reading, I pitch my narrator higher than usual, to get above my dead zone. I save my suddenly deep low end for the male characters. It’s the only time I can really do a convincing male voice. I’ve always wished I were an alto because of that. It seems like it would be sooooo much more useful for voice work.
What does your voice do when you’re sick?
I didn’t have to be on the boat until late afternoon, so I spent the morning singing and trying to sound like I was a two-year old fairy. Thankfully, Rob was out of the house otherwise I think the cuteness factor might have sent him over the edge.
Rob has an audio gig for the next couple of days and between that and my shifts on the boat we’re only seeing each other on the way to bed.
Speaking of which…
Let’s see. I finished up the last of the front elevations for Arabian Nights set today. Worked on the boat and did a tiny bit of gardening.
It also looks like I’ve picked up two gigs for 2007. Nothing like planning ahead, eh? One is a directing gig in Canada and the other is a design gig in Portland. Ah, lovely.
Sorry, the last couple of days I worked on the boat, read and wrote.
Rob came home from IPNC, which is wonderful, but due to our schedules, we still didn’t see much of each other yesterday. Tonight we went out to dinner. A date night is always a good thing.
I worked for the first time in about a year for the Portland Spirit. I wasn’t on the Spirit itself, but on the Willamette Star, which is one of the small boats in the fleet. I was a waitress for an Eastern Orthodox wedding reception. It was a long, exhausting day in no small part because everyone spoke Russian. It gave me a small taste of what it will be like to work in a foreign country.
I came home and Rob rubbed my poor, tired feet. I actually fell completely asleep while he was massaging them.
As a change, I thought I’d share a letter from my dad about my folks recent trip to London to visit my brother, Steve.
London May-June 2005 highlights.
We arrived on Saturday morning and Steve was visiting with Josh out at the airport so we just hung out at SteveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s place and did some housecleaning and took a nap.
Steve came home around 10 or 11 pm and I was watching a cricket match on TV and he got all upset that I would do something so un-American in his house.
Sunday we just went pub hopping and looked for an Irish session that I had found out about on the internet. We found it at the Porterhouse pub and it was wonderful indeed. They told me of another one (with roughly the same people) that was happening on Thursday at a pub named the Ã¢â‚¬Å“Narrowboat.Ã¢â‚¬? The days run together even while they are happening, so to look back at them is a mess. One evening Marilyn found a police line and a lot of well dressed people (tux and fancy gowns) arriving at the Royal Opera House so she staked herself out there to see who might show up that was famous. It turned out that it was the Centennial celebration for the Chelsea football club and these were old timers showing up.
I think Tuesday night we went to see Ã¢â‚¬Å“The ProducersÃ¢â‚¬? and it was a hoot. The accountantÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice got tired in the last scene or two, but other than that it was fabulous.
Tuesday we took a day tour of Oxford, Stratford and Warwick. The tour guide was wonderful and talked a blue streak the whole way to Oxford and then had the gall to say that the tour guide we would pick up in Oxford would be really talkative. She was certainly that, but just couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hold a candle to him if there were a contest for being talkative. Oxford had lots of places where Harry Potter was filmed.
We also visited some other Harry Potter locations on Wednesday. Stratford on the Avon was a quaint town, and ShakespeareÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s birthplace was restored and made into a museum. It is not where he wrote his plays as it was really his fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house. He lived somewhere else in town but since he was a contemporary, nobody thought it worth saving apparently.
Then we went to Warwick castle, the best preserved medieval castle in all of England. This is the place to take children (like me). There were walls and towers and dungeons and torture chambers and a power plant where they installed their own electric generator in 1900 keeping up with the times. It is owned by some entertainment company that has a famous wax museum in London so the state rooms had appropriate wax figures in them.
On Wednesday we went to Bath and some little town I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember the name of, but which is owned by the historic trust. It is something like Williamsburg, except older. You are only allowed to move into the town if you had a grandparent that lived there. This is where some Harry Potter scenes were shot. We finished up the day by going to Stonehenge. The tour guide for this trip was not nearly as good as the one on the day previous, but he was still good enough. Bath was the highlight of this day trip.
On Thursday, Steve had to work so instead of going out to see the sights of London, we cleaned house again. Thursday night we went out to find the Narrowboat and the session. We found it and except for it being so far from SteveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s place, it was my favorite pub of them all. Of course the experience was enhanced for me because the fiddler let me play her fiddle for several tunes.
The Narrowboat was the 101st pub that Steve has visited since he has been in London. He is not counting a second visit to a pub in his count.
That doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t look like we did as much as it felt like we did so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve probably left out something really important. Ask your mother and Steve to fill in the missing parts.