I have decided to stop posting here on the ol blog for a while, perhaps permanently. I have not been free to write about what has been on my mind lately, so there seems little point in continuing.
Maybe when I get past where I am at the moment, I will return.
Take care, all.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
A toast for you.
May you have food and clothing,
a soft pillow for your head.
May you be in heaven half an hour
before the Devil knows you're dead.
Be safe and have fun everyone.
May you have food and clothing,
a soft pillow for your head.
May you be in heaven half an hour
before the Devil knows you're dead.
Be safe and have fun everyone.
A Sure Sign You Are In The South
The willingness to fry just about anything. I was in a restaurant yesterday that had fried cheescake on the menu.
Yes, you read that right. Fried Cheescake.
Yes, you read that right. Fried Cheescake.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Southbound Silver Star, 9:08 PM
The old man sits down across from me. After a few moments he speaks, to no one in particular. I don't acknowledge it, just put on my headphones and turn up the volume.
He sits there staring off into space. I find myself aping his expression. A part of me wants to reach out to him. I imagine my father, and hope someone in the same situation would not just sit there and ignore his lonliness.
But I am too wrapped up in my own to try and ease someone else's pain. So I sit quietly listening to the droning voice of Bob Dylan, silently wishing the old man would go away.
When he does, I find my lonliness has increased.
He sits there staring off into space. I find myself aping his expression. A part of me wants to reach out to him. I imagine my father, and hope someone in the same situation would not just sit there and ignore his lonliness.
But I am too wrapped up in my own to try and ease someone else's pain. So I sit quietly listening to the droning voice of Bob Dylan, silently wishing the old man would go away.
When he does, I find my lonliness has increased.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
There Is A Private Circle Of Hell...
...reserved for the people who thought the "red-eye" flight was a good idea.
I am a wee bit cranky this morning, can we tell?
I am a wee bit cranky this morning, can we tell?
A Question For The Folks At Northwest Airlines
Who do I have to blow for you to get a fucking plane off the ground on time?*
*Typed angrily in Detroit as I wait three hours for the next plane to DC
*Typed angrily in Detroit as I wait three hours for the next plane to DC
Home, Where My Music's Playin...
After two of the roughest weeks I have ever had in a theatre, I am on my way home. For a few hours at least. Then it is off to South Carolina to do Cinderella with Columbia Classical Ballet.
When I return to DC on Saturday, the season will be over for me as a designer.
And it is only March.
A part of me is glad to have a break from it. Cinderella will be my 15th show this season, and I am feeling somewhat drained.
But the other part of me is annoyed to have to be figuring out how to scrape out a living doing something else, especially after the schedule I have been keeping up so far this season. Add to that I don't really know how to do anything else, and I am feeling in a bind.
I find myself contemplating graduate school again, as I frequently do when my schedule goes dry. S has told me in no uncertain terms I am not allowed to go to graduate school just because I don't feel like facing life in the working world. She is probably right.
I was very bad about keeping in touch while I was in the wilds of Alaska. To those who did not hear from me, don't take it personally. The show ate me alive, and I did little other than go to the theatre and go to where I was staying and go to bed.
The good thing about workin so hard while there was it distracted me from other things that have been weighing on my mind. The bad thing is those things really crashed in on me last night in an uncomfortable way.
The two highlights from my trip were the non-birthday party thrown for me by East Coast Alaska Girl, and A, the theatre's technical director, and dinner last night with A at her place. Both were wonderfully relaxing and allowed me to enjoy the presence of my friends without the angst of the show.
Babbling here, time to sign off.
When I return to DC on Saturday, the season will be over for me as a designer.
And it is only March.
A part of me is glad to have a break from it. Cinderella will be my 15th show this season, and I am feeling somewhat drained.
But the other part of me is annoyed to have to be figuring out how to scrape out a living doing something else, especially after the schedule I have been keeping up so far this season. Add to that I don't really know how to do anything else, and I am feeling in a bind.
I find myself contemplating graduate school again, as I frequently do when my schedule goes dry. S has told me in no uncertain terms I am not allowed to go to graduate school just because I don't feel like facing life in the working world. She is probably right.
I was very bad about keeping in touch while I was in the wilds of Alaska. To those who did not hear from me, don't take it personally. The show ate me alive, and I did little other than go to the theatre and go to where I was staying and go to bed.
The good thing about workin so hard while there was it distracted me from other things that have been weighing on my mind. The bad thing is those things really crashed in on me last night in an uncomfortable way.
The two highlights from my trip were the non-birthday party thrown for me by East Coast Alaska Girl, and A, the theatre's technical director, and dinner last night with A at her place. Both were wonderfully relaxing and allowed me to enjoy the presence of my friends without the angst of the show.
Babbling here, time to sign off.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
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