I will produce longer (and less cryptic) posts soon.
Just not this week.
Cause, damn.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
It Never Rains But...
Remember a while ago when I was bitching about having no work after the 15th of March?
Yeah.
Careful what you wish for.
Yeah.
Careful what you wish for.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Springtime Again
The good things about the return of Spring.
1) Warmer weather. I love not having to wear a coat.
2) The raiin never smells so good as it does in the Spring.
3) More revealing outfits.
The bad things.
1) Pollen.
2) Once again, people feel it is OK to wear flip flops as street wear.
1) Warmer weather. I love not having to wear a coat.
2) The raiin never smells so good as it does in the Spring.
3) More revealing outfits.
The bad things.
1) Pollen.
2) Once again, people feel it is OK to wear flip flops as street wear.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Blog Hiatus
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.
Maybe when I get past where I am at the moment, I will return.
Take care, all.
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
Monday, February 27, 2006
Mwafrragghhhh!
No, this is not an entry in Chewbacca’s blog. This was me Friday afternoon on board a flight from Minneapolis to Anchorage. Of course, for it to be a flight, we would actually have to have lifted off the ground.
The day began well enough. I woke up at 5:45, showered, finished the last minute packing, and headed to the airport. I breezed through check in and security, and had time to have a small bite and read a little of my book before boarding the first of my scheduled three flights. I had only a forty minutes between each of these flights, so I was somewhat nervous about making all my connections, especially in Minneapolis. The Minneapolis- Saint Paul airport is rather huge.
I had apparently used up all of my good flight karma for the day. We touched down a few minutes behind schedule at Minneapolis, and my connection was at another gate. Cue LD running* through the airport to get to his connection. I made it to the plane, got on board to discover I was seated in the family section. Not one, not two, but three different families traveling with children under the age of two. One family with two. Can we guess where they were seated?
We all settled in and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
About half an hour after our scheduled departure time, the captain came on the speaker to inform us they were replacing a light bulb in the cockpit, and we would be on our way momentarily.
Some twenty minutes later the doors were finally closed.
And we waited.
The captain then informed us we were waiting for a crew to push us back from the gate. A short time later we actually began moving. We backed up about two hundred yards from the gate.
And we stopped.
And waited.
Finally the captain came on to inform us there was a computer problem, and they were waiting on word form the maintanence department.
And we waited.
We began to move, and the whole cabin breathed a sigh of relief.
A sigh that was cut short when we realized we were moving back to the gate. Someone please kill me now! We arrived back at the gate and guess what we did. We waited.
They finally opened the doors and made an announcement that anyone who wanted to exit the plane and get something to eat could do so. Then we were given a stern warning that as soon as the computer was switched out, we would be departing and anyone not on board at that time would be left behind. Oh, and by the way, we can’t tell you how long the repair will take. I knew if I got off the plane there was no way in hell I was getting back on, so I stayed on board.
And who else decided to stay on board? All three families.
After some time I stood up to stretch out, and ended up staying up for about an hour because I was just too pissed off to sit.
Eventually, they re-boarded the plane, and we took off exactly three hours past our scheduled departure time. Needless to say, I missed my connection in Anchorage, and as there was no room on the last flight to Juneau, I was put up in a hotel near the airport (the Puffin Inn, really, I couldn’t make that up).
The only good thing to say about the trip, despite the nine hours aboard a single aircraft, was the view in the morning as we flew South to Juneau was spectacular. It started me on a whole series of contemplations that will have to wait because I need to go to bed.
More later, because there are tales to tell.
The day began well enough. I woke up at 5:45, showered, finished the last minute packing, and headed to the airport. I breezed through check in and security, and had time to have a small bite and read a little of my book before boarding the first of my scheduled three flights. I had only a forty minutes between each of these flights, so I was somewhat nervous about making all my connections, especially in Minneapolis. The Minneapolis- Saint Paul airport is rather huge.
I had apparently used up all of my good flight karma for the day. We touched down a few minutes behind schedule at Minneapolis, and my connection was at another gate. Cue LD running* through the airport to get to his connection. I made it to the plane, got on board to discover I was seated in the family section. Not one, not two, but three different families traveling with children under the age of two. One family with two. Can we guess where they were seated?
We all settled in and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
About half an hour after our scheduled departure time, the captain came on the speaker to inform us they were replacing a light bulb in the cockpit, and we would be on our way momentarily.
Some twenty minutes later the doors were finally closed.
And we waited.
The captain then informed us we were waiting for a crew to push us back from the gate. A short time later we actually began moving. We backed up about two hundred yards from the gate.
And we stopped.
And waited.
Finally the captain came on to inform us there was a computer problem, and they were waiting on word form the maintanence department.
And we waited.
We began to move, and the whole cabin breathed a sigh of relief.
A sigh that was cut short when we realized we were moving back to the gate. Someone please kill me now! We arrived back at the gate and guess what we did. We waited.
They finally opened the doors and made an announcement that anyone who wanted to exit the plane and get something to eat could do so. Then we were given a stern warning that as soon as the computer was switched out, we would be departing and anyone not on board at that time would be left behind. Oh, and by the way, we can’t tell you how long the repair will take. I knew if I got off the plane there was no way in hell I was getting back on, so I stayed on board.
And who else decided to stay on board? All three families.
After some time I stood up to stretch out, and ended up staying up for about an hour because I was just too pissed off to sit.
Eventually, they re-boarded the plane, and we took off exactly three hours past our scheduled departure time. Needless to say, I missed my connection in Anchorage, and as there was no room on the last flight to Juneau, I was put up in a hotel near the airport (the Puffin Inn, really, I couldn’t make that up).
The only good thing to say about the trip, despite the nine hours aboard a single aircraft, was the view in the morning as we flew South to Juneau was spectacular. It started me on a whole series of contemplations that will have to wait because I need to go to bed.
More later, because there are tales to tell.
For Those Of You Wondering
I made it safely to Juneau, although a day later than planned.
More on that later.
More on that later.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Grrr.
I am currently sitting in the office (Starbucks). It is, as you might imagine on a Sunday afternoon, rather crowded. And the person who just vacated the seat beside me? Had been taking up two spaces worth of counter with his laptop and laptop bag, and had not ordered anything. Was taking up space without contributing anything to the establishment that was providing him with the opportunity to get his Wi-Fi on.
People like that should be taken out and shot.
Grrrr.
People like that should be taken out and shot.
Grrrr.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Backward Steps
This morning, my alarm went off at 5:00 AM. Not because I had made a mistake in setting it, and not because I had to go to the airport. No, my alarm went off because I had agreed to go back to work for a few days for the company I used to install rigging and machinery for.
The past month and a half have not been banner months where producing income are concerned, so I was grateful to have the work. I know I was helping them out of a bind, and they also are very greatful. Still, I feel like I have just taken several Paul Bunyon sized steps backwards in terms of where I want my professional life to be going.
My anxiety level has been building as time goes on and I am still unable to line up work after the middle of next month. And it seems the more I try to grasp at possibilities for the future, the more thay wriggle away. My neurosis about the future has even spilled over to other aspects of my ife, and was a key issue in my doing something that risked alienating someone I care for a great deal. Fortunately, they are a better person than I and have chosen to let it go.
I feel very much at a crossroads, and am unsure what the next step should be.
There is a point in there somewhere, but I think the sleep deprivation is taking it's toll.
The past month and a half have not been banner months where producing income are concerned, so I was grateful to have the work. I know I was helping them out of a bind, and they also are very greatful. Still, I feel like I have just taken several Paul Bunyon sized steps backwards in terms of where I want my professional life to be going.
My anxiety level has been building as time goes on and I am still unable to line up work after the middle of next month. And it seems the more I try to grasp at possibilities for the future, the more thay wriggle away. My neurosis about the future has even spilled over to other aspects of my ife, and was a key issue in my doing something that risked alienating someone I care for a great deal. Fortunately, they are a better person than I and have chosen to let it go.
I feel very much at a crossroads, and am unsure what the next step should be.
There is a point in there somewhere, but I think the sleep deprivation is taking it's toll.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Random Crap
I have been a little wrapped up in myself of late. There has been a lot on my mind, and I think I may have been wallowing in the negative aspects of my life a bit. Time, I guess, to put that behind me.
I got a surprise call from BP (formerly known as BL), one of the Multi-State, Girlie-Advising Posse, last night. In a long discussion about life, love and other such matters, she ended by articulating what she was looking for like this: " I want complicated (because if you are really involved in the reationship, it is complicated), I want to know I am loved, and I want great sex."
That doesn't seem like too much to ask, does it?
She concluded the conversation with two bits to cheer me up, one was of a personal nature, but the other was that someone we both know used to be a male stripper. I have not laughed that hard in weeks.
Other things going on.
I finished my plot for Hair yesterday evening and sent it on to the theatre. I was feeling a bit of cabin fever (I had not left the house since Sunday afternoon) so decided to take a walk. This was around 12:30 AM.
I had a lot swirling around in my head, and my attempts at writing it out had proved fruitless. I found the walk really cleared my head. Maybe Mr. Cruise was on to something.
Nah.
In the midst of my walk I got a call from East Coast Alaska Girl. One of the advantages to having a Multi-State, Girlie-Advising Posse is that no matter what the hour, there is a good chance one of them is up.
I got a surprise call from BP (formerly known as BL), one of the Multi-State, Girlie-Advising Posse, last night. In a long discussion about life, love and other such matters, she ended by articulating what she was looking for like this: " I want complicated (because if you are really involved in the reationship, it is complicated), I want to know I am loved, and I want great sex."
That doesn't seem like too much to ask, does it?
She concluded the conversation with two bits to cheer me up, one was of a personal nature, but the other was that someone we both know used to be a male stripper. I have not laughed that hard in weeks.
Other things going on.
I finished my plot for Hair yesterday evening and sent it on to the theatre. I was feeling a bit of cabin fever (I had not left the house since Sunday afternoon) so decided to take a walk. This was around 12:30 AM.
I had a lot swirling around in my head, and my attempts at writing it out had proved fruitless. I found the walk really cleared my head. Maybe Mr. Cruise was on to something.
Nah.
In the midst of my walk I got a call from East Coast Alaska Girl. One of the advantages to having a Multi-State, Girlie-Advising Posse is that no matter what the hour, there is a good chance one of them is up.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Things I Don't Need In My Life Right Now
Just read a job posting on line. The job is in town, pays well with benefits, and I could do it with my eyes closed. Have I mentioned I have no work after the middle of March.
I don't need this temptation in my life right now.
I don't need this temptation in my life right now.
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