The dialogue is in French. You will most likely figure out why. I used Google Translate, so if some of the phraseology is wrong, please let me know so I can fix it in the script. If you don’t read French, just copy and paste the sections (really it’s only the last couple of lines that will be hard to figure out) into Google Translate and you’ll be all set.
I have a condition called keratoconus and even with glasses, the vision in my right eye is really bad. With both eyes I can see pretty well, but the moment I close my left, even with the glasses, light bounces all around and the world gets very very fuzzy. Soft contacts can’t deal with this, but rigid gas permeable ones can, in part because they can actually sculpt them to the shape of my cornea.
I decided to give them a try since I have good health care and because they are covered under my medical insurance because keratoconus is considered a medical condition. I am on my third pair since there was a period of adjustment and alteration as we went through the first two prescriptions. Unfortunately, I’m struggling to get used to them because of how uncomfortable they are and, more problematic, the fact that when I take them out, my eyes need several hours to adjust to wearing glasses again and everything, especially text, is blurry. There really isn’t any time when I can afford to not be able to read or work at a computer, so that readjustment period is definitely a problem.
Additionally, trying to concentrate on dense, theoretical texts while I feel like I have two rocks stuck in my eyes is not an easy thing to do. From the moment I put them in my attention tends to focus on the fact that my vision is still adjusting to the new way of dealing with light AND that they are just damned uncomfortable.
I like the idea of contacts, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make them work. Still, I’m going to try to wear them for at least 4-5 hours every day between now and 8/31 when I have an appointment with my cornea specialist.
So that’s my bitching for the day. Mostly I’m writing this because it doesn’t require a lot of concentration and makes me feel like I’m doing something when all I want to do is take these damn things out of my eyes when I’ve only had them in for a little over an hour.
Yes, I’m running at a three day deficit in this project and maybe I’ll catch up and maybe I won’t. To stress out or get anxious about meeting an artificial challenge like this would be to allow a challenge to become a burden. Will I try to catch up? Sure, but if I don’t it will be just fine.
This is the first script I’ve written for the 31 Days project without knowing what I was going to write as I opened up my script program to a blank document. I literally was staring at the blank screen without a clue as to what would emerge. Then the rocky shore came to mind and the thought: what if Miranda went back one day? To the island? This is also the first play in this series that I feel could bear significantly more expansion that what is here, though I think it is self-contained and gets to a kernel of what I wanted to explore. Perhaps. Who knows.
I’m behind. Oh well.
I had planned to write a Mars play before the prompt the other day, and this is not exactly what I planned to write, so there very well may be more Mars play’s later in this series. This one is less about Mars and more about what it might mean to witness, or not witness such an event. For one man.
As always, interested in your thoughts.
So this is 1000. I had no idea what I was going to post here, until I09 posted a YouTube video of Mankind’s 12″ Disco remix of the Doctor Who theme. Thus, an idea was born. Enjoy. And thanks for coming by.
Mankind, “Doctor Who Theme Remix”
The Timelords, “Doctorin’ the TARDIS”
And here is “my” Doctor’s theme
along with a wonderful scene that shows Tom Baker’s Doctor at his most madcap but controlled:
Two scripts to post today since I fell behind this weekend and didn’t write. The first is a second Puff and Blink play. For those curious, I can see these as puppet plays or with actors in costumes/masks. Or a mix. I don’t know what I think of these, but I can guarantee that there will be more in the series as I go along this month.
The second is “meta” and is about a writer working on the 31 Plays in 31 Days project. I don’t, as a rule, like meta writing. But . . . well, it happened and so here it is.
PS – This is my 999th post on LtL. I feel like I should do something special for 1000 but have no idea what that ought to be. Any ideas, feel free to let me know.
I am only a couple of entries away from 1000 posts on Living the Liminal. I thought it might be interesting to pull links together from the past in a kind of retrospective.
Seven years seems so small when listed like that. Yet, the me I was in the August of 2005 seems like a lifetime ago in some ways. And, as I was writing this, I ust realized that I really am an entirely different person than I was back then, literally and on the cellular level:
Every one of us completely regenerates our own skin every 7 days. A cut heals itself and disappears in a week or two. Every single cell in our skeleton is replaced every 7 years. (Stanford)
And this isn’t just an arbitrary seven years as I have just recently passed the 42 mark of my life which is a multiple of seven, as was 35. Seems like we should develop some sort of ritual for our seven years “regeneration”.