Semi-Daily Scribbles

For Love & Money: The play's the thing.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is not a play. It's a rehearsal script. Something hardbound but not a literary work like, say...oh I don't know...The Cherry Orchard. The rehearsal script is a cash grab, but it's also the foundation for (by what I've read on the InterWebz, anyway) a fantastical stage production. Plot holes be damned! Who cares if the world-building and rules of magic (ahem -- Time-Turners -- ahem) in the seven Harry Potter books are tossed in the ash can? Rowling's wizarding world in all its iterations is great fun. Truthfully, though? The Potter story arc could have been wrapped up in four books. House-Elf history and wand lore is just so much filler that distracts and detracts from Harry's journey. HP&TCC in written form is equally unnecessary, but I'm sure the theatrical performance is a special kind of magic all its own.

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I don't like going to the mall to get mauled. I do like being comfy and getting in a bit of holiday shopping while watching ABC Family's Harry Potter Weekend. Need that gift wrapped? Shipped? No worries. Sit back, relax, tax your fingers with a few keystrokes, and enjoy the peace and quiet of your couch. Can there be any other way to shop? I think not.

Happy 30th Birthday, Harry!

 

Harry Potter’s tale is the classic Hero's Journey of which I never tire. Whenever I visit the story, some new detail or idea reveals itself that I had not previously absorbed. Because of my affection for Harry & Company, I have fun with problem solving by asking the question: "What Would Harry Do?" I also daydream about how I would have fared undergoing those harrowing trials while still in school and discovering who I am. One of my favorite opportunities for reflection found in the books is the Mirror of Erised that Harry stumbles upon in his first year. Feeding off the very life force of the one who gazes into it, the mirror plays back the deepest, most intimate desires that rattle around in the reptilian recesses of our minds.

Just like the allure and obsessive pull of the mirror itself, I wonder what Erised's glass would show me? Something fabulous, I’m sure, to feed my needy ego. But would I know it’s all an illusion, or would I choose to dwell inside a distorted projection of my heart’s desire? I’m not so sure it would be easy to walk away from fantasy.

 

I like to think that the looking glass Harry is gazing into today is showing something true and beautiful. He may carry battle scars still, but saying good morning to 30 with family and friends at his side is worth fighting for, be it in the realm of magic or Muggles.

The Killing App

 

Unforgivable, indeed. Avada Kedavra on your phone? Really? I'm weirded out just typing those words. I myself prefer to stay in the light.  

Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An it harm none do what ye will.

a fine reason to go see Eclipse...

Cast Out the Crud

Several sick colleagues at work today and I’m feeling headachy and a sore throat coming on. There’s only one thing that’s going to make me feel better this evening:

 

A Wizarding World of Harry Potter update! 

 

Neither stress nor germ-riddled office air is going to get the best of me. I’m feeling fortified already.