You know what's great on a lazy Sunday afternoon? Watching a movie. And remember how last week I talked about the 1956 classic Trapeze? Well I've been thinking about it ever since. And seeing as Sundays and movies go so well together, and Trapeze really is a film every circus fan should see, I though the best thing I could do on day such as today is bring Trapeze to you.
Now sit back, and enjoy the show!
Showing posts with label sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunday. Show all posts
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Today is Sunday
A friend of mine once posted this to Facebook:
"Today is Sunday so I went to church."
Amen, brother.
"Today is Sunday so I went to church."
Amen, brother.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Star Struck
There was an electricity backstage before yesterday's performance. It may have been a Sunday, but the evil forces of a matinee are no match for the news that there is a star in the audience. And I don't use the term lightly. Our circus had the good fortune to be graced by the presence of an Academy Award winning actress! The lovely and talented French starlet Juliette Binoche!
This was one of the rare instances where a French celebrity came to see the show and I actually knew who they were. You may recognize her from such films as Chocolat, Paris je t'aime, The English Patient and the Three Colors trilogy.
Sadly, I didn't actually see her. I was told she was in row five, which is where I kept looking, while she was actually in row eight. But I am told she stood up for the curtain call. I know it seems silly, but I really would have liked to actually see her.
In every film I've seen her in, she always strikes me as such a lovely, strong woman with such great presence. I wonder what she thought of the show? And of course the vain streak in me really wonders what she thought of my number. I guess I'll never know...
This was one of the rare instances where a French celebrity came to see the show and I actually knew who they were. You may recognize her from such films as Chocolat, Paris je t'aime, The English Patient and the Three Colors trilogy.
Sadly, I didn't actually see her. I was told she was in row five, which is where I kept looking, while she was actually in row eight. But I am told she stood up for the curtain call. I know it seems silly, but I really would have liked to actually see her.
In every film I've seen her in, she always strikes me as such a lovely, strong woman with such great presence. I wonder what she thought of the show? And of course the vain streak in me really wonders what she thought of my number. I guess I'll never know...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
That Was Pretty Good... For a Sunday
Sundays are hard. On Sunday, your body hurts. On Sunday, your mind checks out early (if it checks in at all). On Sunday, you just don't wanna.
Sundays are particularly difficult because we do a matinee. When I wake up Sunday morning, I can really feel that my body has had less than 24 hours to recuperate. In fact, by the time I get up Sunday morning, it's time to get ready for the show.
What happens is this: I wake up, stumble out of bed, do my hair, go do my pre-set, eat, do my make-up, go warm up and do the show.
Seriously.
Moreover, the audience is full of kids. This can either be great, or a pain in the ass. There are times when small children provide incredible energy with their unhindered laughter. They can also be chatty, obnoxious and distracting.
Ah, Sundays!
Plus, half the troupe heads home right after the show. I mean right after the show. I'm pretty sure that if they could, there are certain people who would skip the curtain call* and just get the hell out of Dodge.
But the most frustrating thing about Sundays is the general attitude among the troupe, myself included. Since its mostly kids and the elderly, not to mention the last show of the week, there's kind of a tendency to let the ball drop a little bit. I'm not terribly proud to admit it, but I have actually shouted "weekend!" after my act. There's a solid hour of show left after my act...
If the show went well, the reaction is "well, that was pretty good. For a Sunday." If it didn't go too well, we all seem to accept it with a shrug of the shoulders and a "it was a Sunday." And while that shouldn't be okay, and wouldn't be any other day of the week, we all kind of accept it.
After all, it's a Sunday.
* Since writing this, I have learned that an artist once did skip the curtain call... Bad form.
Sundays are particularly difficult because we do a matinee. When I wake up Sunday morning, I can really feel that my body has had less than 24 hours to recuperate. In fact, by the time I get up Sunday morning, it's time to get ready for the show.
What happens is this: I wake up, stumble out of bed, do my hair, go do my pre-set, eat, do my make-up, go warm up and do the show.
Seriously.
Moreover, the audience is full of kids. This can either be great, or a pain in the ass. There are times when small children provide incredible energy with their unhindered laughter. They can also be chatty, obnoxious and distracting.
Ah, Sundays!
Plus, half the troupe heads home right after the show. I mean right after the show. I'm pretty sure that if they could, there are certain people who would skip the curtain call* and just get the hell out of Dodge.
But the most frustrating thing about Sundays is the general attitude among the troupe, myself included. Since its mostly kids and the elderly, not to mention the last show of the week, there's kind of a tendency to let the ball drop a little bit. I'm not terribly proud to admit it, but I have actually shouted "weekend!" after my act. There's a solid hour of show left after my act...
If the show went well, the reaction is "well, that was pretty good. For a Sunday." If it didn't go too well, we all seem to accept it with a shrug of the shoulders and a "it was a Sunday." And while that shouldn't be okay, and wouldn't be any other day of the week, we all kind of accept it.
After all, it's a Sunday.
* Since writing this, I have learned that an artist once did skip the curtain call... Bad form.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Good Morning
I love Sunday mornings. When I was still at home, I would get up late, drink lots of tea, and have a leisurely breakfast of foods far too complicated to spend time making during the week. After a week of rehearsal and a Saturday spent running errands and getting in some free training, its time to settle into this crazy new world of mine properly.
As luck would have it, it’s gorgeous out today. In the part of France I’m in right now, it rains all the time. Almost every day. So a day of sunshine is practically an event. And a caravan full of sunshine after days of grey has a handle on cozy that needs to be experienced to understand.
To add to the general goodness of the day, the experiment of using under my bed as a fridge has proven successful. A nice, cold, glass of juice? Yes, please! How about some music with that? Mmmm…
But to really kick off this first Sunday, and to cap off the first week of rehearsal, a special treat is in order. As such, I’m making scones!
And so should you!
Raspberry Scones
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup butter or margarine
3/4 cup light cream
1 egg yolk
1 cup fresh or frozen raspberries
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.
Combine flours, baking powder, and sugar in a bowl. Cut in butter until mixture resembles fine crumbs. Beat cream and egg yolk together and add to dry ingredients. Stir with a fork just until dry ingredients are moistened.
Gently fold in raspberries with rubber scraper. Turn out on a floured surface and knead gently about six times to form a ball. Pat dough into a circle about 3/4-inch thick. Carefully place on greased baking sheet. Mark off eight wedges with a sharp knife. Be careful not to cut all the way through. Sprinkle with sugar.
Bake for 20 minutes or until browned.
Break into wedges and serve hot with butter.
Happy Sunday everyone!
As luck would have it, it’s gorgeous out today. In the part of France I’m in right now, it rains all the time. Almost every day. So a day of sunshine is practically an event. And a caravan full of sunshine after days of grey has a handle on cozy that needs to be experienced to understand.
To add to the general goodness of the day, the experiment of using under my bed as a fridge has proven successful. A nice, cold, glass of juice? Yes, please! How about some music with that? Mmmm…
But to really kick off this first Sunday, and to cap off the first week of rehearsal, a special treat is in order. As such, I’m making scones!
And so should you!
Raspberry Scones
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 cup all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup butter or margarine
3/4 cup light cream
1 egg yolk
1 cup fresh or frozen raspberries
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.
Combine flours, baking powder, and sugar in a bowl. Cut in butter until mixture resembles fine crumbs. Beat cream and egg yolk together and add to dry ingredients. Stir with a fork just until dry ingredients are moistened.
Gently fold in raspberries with rubber scraper. Turn out on a floured surface and knead gently about six times to form a ball. Pat dough into a circle about 3/4-inch thick. Carefully place on greased baking sheet. Mark off eight wedges with a sharp knife. Be careful not to cut all the way through. Sprinkle with sugar.
Bake for 20 minutes or until browned.
Break into wedges and serve hot with butter.
Happy Sunday everyone!
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