I don’t know if this is officially public or not, but a source on Twitter tells me that Shakespeare will return to Boston Common this summer. The play: A Comedy Of Errors. All I heard was “August” so I’m not sure if we’ll get 1 week or 3. I expect the former. Yay! A play I’ve not seen live, and despite no end of financial whining from Citibank ever since they bought everything in site and slapped their name on it, we still get our Shakespeare. I’m pleased. Unfortunately this year I don’t work 5 minutes from the stage, so I’ll have to plan accordingly to get there and get a good seat instead of just walking over and sitting someplace. But I can work with that.UPDATE, AUGUST 2009 : The show is going on right now, don’t miss it! My review is already posted here.

Should I be watching Kings, the new NBC drama that premiered this week?  More than one person has told me (or rather, I’ve read in more than one place) that it’s supposed to be a sort of weird parallel universe that plays out like a Shakespeare history.  Of course, the actual official plot description says that it’s supposed be the King David story from the Bible. I have to admit, I’ve got plenty of real Shakespeare to choose from without being hooked on a new show in the hopes that maybe they make some Shakespeare references.  I’d rather watch Steve Wozniak on Dancing With The Stars. Anybody seen the show?  It is Shakespearean enough for us to talk about it?

So in a stunning combination of my own personal universes, (1) WWE superstar John Cena was a guest on (2) NPR’s Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me, which I listen to via (3) podcast, and host Peter Sagal posted a request for questions on (4) Twitter, to which I responded with one about (5) Shakespeare, making that particular moment one of the most dense points of interest in my life to date. What I suggested was, “Does Mr. Cena envision himself or any of the other wrestlers-turned-actors ever trying Shakespeare?” They did not use my question, but this morning I did see an interview where Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson was asked the same thing (take THAT, NPR!).  But his answer was a generic joke (“my audition is next week”) and a generic answer about that being a goal, sure, why not. Well when I wrote back to Peter Sagal about this he responded, and I quote Twitter:  I actually think Cena could pull it off. The man has talent and determination. And biceps. Think a very buff Oberon. Now, I can’t let that go.  Oberon is indeed a bad-ass when he doesn’t get his way, but he strikes me as a bit too much the romantic for a WWE wrestler.  There hasn’t been a real romantic storyline in pro wrestling since Macho Man Randy Savage and Miss Elizabeth. I could see him as Petruchio, playing up that whole sort of “Don’t think I won’t smack you, woman” thing right up to the edge, but still keeping it funny.  And you’d have the perfect ending where he still thinks he’s in charge, and Kate thinks she’s in charge, and maybe they’re made for each other, who really knows, but it’s a happy ending so the audience is pleased. The Rock, who has done more “real” movies than any of the other former wrestlers, I could see in something more serious.  Not Hamlet, let’s not get crazy.  Could he pull off Henry V?  I’m trying to think of something where he could be the stunningly handsome, brave and strong young prince and essentially be the hero without having to stretch his dramatic chops to the breaking point.   I’m wondering if maybe something in Julius Caesar for him.  Does Antony get enough screen time?  I’m so used to these guys being the big box office draw it’s hard for me to imagine them in any but the lead roles, and I do not see him as Brutus. Hulk Hogan, for some reason, I have in my head as Lord Capulet.  I’ve seen decades of that whole “Let me at him, I’ll murder him, don’t hold me back!’” thing they do every week while the tiny referee just puts up the one hand and they can’t get around him.  I could see Hogan doing that with Lady Capulet in the opening fight in the streets.   Anyway, I have to get back to work.  Who else has some?  Which wrestlers would make the best villains?

Or so says a certain Charles Darwin, of our dear friend Mr. Shakespeare. So I was led to believe when I saw that quote float by my Twitter stream earlier today  (full quote:  “I  have tried lately to read Shakespeare, and I find it so intolerably dull it nauseated me.”) Curious, I googled the phrase to see if there was some context around it.  Guess what I found?  Darwin’s autobiography.  Thank you, Google Books: I have said that in one respect my mind has changed during the last twenty or thirty years. Up to the age of thirty, or beyond it, poetry of many kinds, such as the works of Milton, Gray, Byron, Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Shelley, gave me great pleasure, and even as a schoolboy I took intense delight in Shakespeare, especially in the historical plays. I have also said that formerly pictures gave me considerable, and music very great delight. But now for many years I cannot endure to read a line of poetry: I have tried lately to read Shakespeare, and found it so intolerably dull that it nauseated me. I have also almost lost my taste for pictures or music. Music generally sets me thinking too energetically on what I have been at work on, instead of giving me pleasure. I retain some taste for fine scenery, but it does not cause me the exquisite delight which it formerly did. On the other hand, novels, which are works of the imagination, though not of a very high order, have been for years a wonderful relief and pleasure tome, and I often bless all novelists. A surprising number have been read aloud to me, and I like all if moderately good, and if they do not end unhappily—against which a law ought to be passed. A novel, according to my taste, does not come into the first class unless it contains some person whom one can thoroughly love, and if a pretty woman all the better. Emphasis mine, of course.  The man’s talking about how he’s changed as he’s gotten older.  It’s not that he’s singling out Shakespeare not in the least.  And he’s also not making any sorts of proclamation that Shakespeare is lame.  On the contrary he sounds to me a bit sad that he no longer has the appreciation for these things that he once did.  Note after the Shakespeare bit that he even says pictures and music don’t really do it for him either anymore, only novels.  And even then, only certain novels.  You have to dig the joke at the end about characters whom one can thoroughly love. 🙂

Both my wife and I have been trying to diet lately, so part of the morning ritual has become to step on a scale and report back and successes. This morning I told my wife how much I’d lost (and nope, I’m not telling you people ;). “Who’s the man!” she responded, by way of congratulations. “Amanda Bynes?” I countered. “????” she said. “It’s a Shakespeare thing,” I explained. “??????” she said again.