sneaky, sneaky...
I am writing this post from inside the Radcliffe Camera, a building that is part of the Bodelian Library. I was granted entry with a seven month expired library card that I had during my stay here last year. They seem to have underestimated my sneakyness. Perhaps I will be able to succeed in my quest to retrieve the Holy Grail from All Souls, which is where I believe it is being held captive. They'll never know what hit them.
Today began another week of rehearsals. It is coming along extremely well. Most of last week it was just Liz and I, but today I worked with Lotty who will be playing young Lil' Bit for the last car scene. The way the scene will go, is Liz will be sitting in the chair next to me, playing older Lil' Bit as she processes and studies what happened to her when she was a child. Lotty will at the same time be standing behind us on my left playing young Lil' Bit displaying the reactions and emotions that the child was experiencing as the scene unfolds. Lotty will be responding to what I am saying, Liz will say nothing. It's pretty powerful. There's a great duality going on as both past and present are being shown at the same time, that really helps the audience to understand the scene. Peck is at the center of these two Lil'Bits and both are understanding the moment in a different way. It's very stunning.
I hope that was an okay description. If it doesn't make sense, and you care for it to, please post some questions so I can make it clearer. I'll try to put some pictures up soon.
Oxford has such a presence. I don't know if that can be said of a place. Usually it is the things in a place that have presence. What I am trying to say is that Oxford always has a way of reminding you of where you are and what it is. Sometimes it is intimidating, othertimes it is very inspiring, and othertimes it's just what it is. I love it when I turn a corner and see some soft peice of scenery like the empty open field behind the pavillion where we are practicing, or when I catch the powerful lines and edges of University Church resting heavily in the stillness of the empty courtyard of the Rad Cam. I saw it last night lit up with warm floodlights and the moon like a blob of glowing white in the sky, not yet round, but not enough definition. I didn't really know how to take it in, so I just stopped. I thought of taking a picture, but didn't know how to put my emotion into an image. Instead, I guess, I opted for this lucrid description; a bit melodramatic perhaps, but sincere nonetheless. It was beautiful; but this web photo is not what I saw. Mabye I will set up the shot tonight.

I hope everyone back home is doing well.
Dad, have you started on Scappose yet? Did you call Brent Barkclay with an answer on the energy star program?
Uncle Guiness, I did recieve your last post, is that your first or have you been having some trouble? You will have to post under Anonymous, you know that right? I have been enjoying a couple of pints for you.
Mom, did you recieve the emails I sent to you while I was in South Wales? I sent them to the rick_caffall address. If you did not get those I will forward them to a better address if you have another you prefer to check. To repeat the important information, did you hear that we sent a bag home? Also, a new favor, could you make a call for me--oh darn, I don't have the number on me--when I get you the number, I need you to call and cancel an identity theft trial that I got talking into agreeing to for a month on my credit card. I thought it was through the credit card company or the bank or someone else who didn't resemble a leagal theif (like I found this company to be). I have a month to cancel, but I want to get it done before I forget. I love you. I wish you could see this place in the sunlight.
Girls, I miss you both; I wish almost more that you would be able to see this place some day. It is really quite incredible. Tell me how work is going Richelle and what you have been reading lately, Brittany (that is not a loaded question intented to ask you in a deceptive way about your birthday gift...I just want to know what your mind has been reading and what you have been thinking. I love you both.
Thanks for indulging me in my family business.
Cheers,
Tyler
P.S. Please pass this address on, to anyone you think may enjoy it and may not be currently doing so. Cheers.

4 Comments:
wow, the show sounds amazing! will you be allowed to tape it at all or is that like a cheesy american thing?
Tyler, I'm glad to hear things are going well for you at Oxford. Hearing you describe the scene takes me back to our walks around the town.d Its hard to comprehend that we both were in Oxford together or in GB, for that matter.
A guy and I lite up the pipe now and then and have had some great success with different packing methods. I'll have to share them in Portland in the winter.
I miss smoking the pipe with you in the late evening on Division St. If you find some tobacco you like, please bring me back some.
Thank you for your descriptions, they are wonderful.
Dough Momet'
Sounds like a great play. I will have to read it sometime. You are making me very excited to get to Oxford.
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