oh yes

I love the Nutcracker. I know that people in San Jose will clap when people spread their legs and jump again and again. It is amazing. People will give a standing O on a Wednesday night. That goes against most local bar rules.

Codependence, a love story

Have I mentioned that I I tend to get in parisitic relationships with people that I then need to extricate myself from because I seem to be replaying some limited interest drama involving my emotionally vampiristic father again and again with sociopaths who I relinquish all control to and then crave abuse by?

Whoo. Feels good to get that off my chest.

Theatre is the Devil

Well, looks like everyone thinks they did their assignments incorrectly. And I was in 6 hours of classes today, and nearly fell asleep in the light lab. But I learned some interesting truths.

The Church originally thought that Theatre was the Devil because according to God's plan, people should not try to be other than what they are.

And, when you focus blue and green and red lights together, there is a place where they make white.

And, my scale model is kind of crappy, but not the crappiest one.

And, every prof in this department has a unified view of theatre, which is kind of mega cool because although there are stylistic differences, it looks like there will be ways to make them happy.

More when I am again awake...

Welcome to Oregon!

Well, here I am, back in college. Everyone is a drama teacher, so that's kind of cool, and also wierd. My room is a decent size, with horrible burgundy carpet and no air conditioner, but a strange kitchenette. The quality of service in the businesses here in Ashland is excellent so far. The program seems fun and my colleagues/peers/fellow students seem very cool. People are smart, helpful, and polite. The meal plan radically sucks. Food not so great, but institutionally I suppose I will endeavor to perservere. And right now in my room it's quiet. Pindrop quiet. Luna is asleep quiet. But I miss knowing I can walk in the other room and see her there.


Also, a deer just randomly walking through the parkinglot, but too late to take a picture.

Apparently there are rules here. We can't throw anything out our windows, drink with the doors open, or prop open a door. 50 dollar fine. I think I might go to sleep and wake up early and finish my scale model. No, then it'll be wobbly. damnit...

I will post pictures when I learn how.

The American Community Survey

It scares me. GWB scares me. The affidavit I had to sign saying I would uphold NCLB scares me. The media scares me. We just had to fill out a randomly selected survey about our household income, what time we leave for work, our ancestry, etcetera. This is inbetween censuses. It said we were randomly selected. But here's the wierdest point. The thing was designed to look like junk mail, yet there is a 500 dollar penalty for not answering one question, skipping anything on the survey or answering anything innacurately. The revenge of publisher's clearinghouse? You may have already won an interrogation by the US government?

How I stop

My daughter is sitting on the porch steps
Ieating cheerios and raisins out of a ziploc bag
and she notices a bumblebee dying.

Something is wrong with its wings
and it can't fly
It struggles on the path near the grass

I tell her I'm going to have to kill it
That it's wrong to let things suffer
And I put a heavy potted cactus on top of it

I hope it is instantly crushed to death
I don't actually know which is more painful
the sudden crushing or the alternative

Turning on the hose
I've heard from plenty of sources that drowning is merciful
But the pot is my first impulse

So it's what I use
Then we wash it away with the hose
Into a shallow grave where the path meets the grass

My daughter wonders if the bee will live again
Whether it will come back as a fly
I tell her it could be a dog, a fly, a little girl

I don't feel sorry saying this, or sorry for the bee
But grateful- killing it allowed me to end my last flutter of feeling for you
Like you and me it was dying anyway

Someone had to do the right thing
You thought you already had

INSOMNIA

This just in, insomnia! That's right, a more and more frequent occurence, especially on work nights. I need to wake up fresh as a daisy and teach like hell, and here I sit, with eyes wide open, typing a new entry on this thing like an ubernerd! Also, it is the anniversary of my grandfather's death. And I am being stalked by my cat. She's like, you! You! I will rub against you as you write! No amount of petting will appease me. I will knock items to the floor for my own enjoyment and bat them around, but will soon tire of this and return to you!

Actually, she and I have that in common.