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What went before: Senior supervisor checking placement of juniors
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Wrote +/-900 words and needed a break to let the guys in the basement get in their beer order.
So, here's my stained glass pattern, all color-coded and waiting for me to go to the glass store (on Thursday with the rest of my class) and buy some damn' glass, Woman! I probably have too many colors, and it seems clear that the pattern, at least, wants Serious Art Glass for the sea and the starfish. I'll see what's on sale at the glass shop, pattern. No promises.
Who's doin' what today?
While I'm up and around...
Last night I went to the much-anticipated magic show -- Magic Rocks, which is pronounced "Magic! Rocks!" and NOT "Magic rocks." The reason for the sign prohibiting rabbits that I posted from the pre-show last night is because the illusionist, Leon Etienne, is IRL allergic to rabbits. So -- no rabbits on stage or in the audience.
It was, yes, loud, because said illusionist is a rock 'n roll enthusiast (thus "Magic! Rocks!), and there were bright lights and no lights at all at strategic moments.
The Lovely Assistants were, lovely, skilled pantomimists, and honestly, all-around good sports. The illusionist himself was personable, funny, and skilled.
There was a kind of camp feel to the show, aided and abetted by the Lovely Assistants, who seemed at times to be saying, "Yes, we all know this trick, right?" And yes, we all did know the trick, but seeing a woman cut in half live! on stage! is its own kind of magic.
I had, as I believe I said last evening, a really good time.
The tricks started big and showy, got small and intimate, then finished up big and showy.
The volunteers from the audience were uniformly good sports, and the expression on their faces when the magic happened multiplied the wonder in the room.
When the illusionists came down into the audience, I was close enough to hear him say to his first volunteer, "Ma'am, I've been looking at you all evening from up on stage, and it's really been bothering me so I hope you won't mind, but you've got a hair right here --" And I also heard her gasp "OH!" when he pulled the toy rabbit out of her ear.
I also want to call out the woman who went up on stage and surrendered her ring to the illusionist, who subsequently made it disappear -- and then revealed that it had not transferred to the jewelry bag that had been set up to receive it. She was visibly tense, and got tenser, and tenser, as box after box after box was unlocked and opened, and her ring was still missing.
When it was finally found, her whole body shouted relief, her smile was to die for, and that one trick was a master class for any storyteller in the art of raising the stakes.
The kid volunteers were also terrific; I'm pretty sure I didn't have that much sangfroid when I was seven.
Anyhow! If you have a chance to see Magic Rocks -- do that.
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ioncore) wrote2025-10-06 06:54 am
