Why does every one of these become an orgy?

Yet again, I post from my other class, in an effort to avoid falling asleep.

The Alexander warmup was nice. I felt lighter, on my feet and in my general movement. I enjoyed the idea of a slow warmup, people stretching and preparing not so they can get on with things, but just to luxuriate in the moment, the movement, and the place and time.

I think I might have broken the door during the two-person scenes. Maybe. A little bit.

I enjoyed the moment of Brechtian discovery when the scene turned to theatre style. I guess my lens was pulled a little far back for that exercise, because the first thing I thought of when she said we were theatre kids was alcohol.

While we were breaking down the different ways that cultures check out attractive people, I came up with one constant: the eyes. Regardless of what silly body or hand gestures or funny little phrases we use, so much of that sizing up process comes back to our eyes. I definitely agree, though, that Justin and I are not the best representatives of the male demographic at large.

Personal ambition: someday, I will find a way to use the word jökulhlaup in conversation. And it will be good.

Why did every one of those pickup scenes degenerate into canoodling? Again, I think this one goes back to physical comfort, and comfort among the class. We all know one another well enough that we can, for the purposes of a brief scene, skip all of the blah blah blah of pickups and get straight to the physical interaction, which is far more interesting to watch anyway.

I came up with a big one that we forgot from the 70's cultural list. Burt. Reynolds.

Whilst Internetting, I found what may be the worst commercial ever. It seems especially relevant since we were talking about the 80's (and since the Super Bowl is coming up again).

Laters.