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?