Three short appetizers from the 17th century (that taste just as good today)

A Lame Beggar by John Donne

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
(1607)

Of Treason by Sir John Harington

Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason?
For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
(1615)

A Man Said to the Universe by Stephen Crane

A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
(1699)

Herman

I went to a dance recently where I spent some time with Herman the German. He's a ovum you see, he bounces. Not that thats anything that needs to be pointed out, after all, all German Herman ovums bounce about in some way or another. It was a specatular night filled with lights, comrodaty, gnawing 17+ tounge swaping action, and loud, oh my why so loud music. The thing is that Herman, our bouncing German ovum, was quite lonely at this throbing musical event. I spoke with him while he was sitting at a table and inquired to him about his apparent lonleyness. This is what he said.

"At least you have legs."

That was it. I left the table with newly aquired feelings of somber guilt.

It's a living

Getting pulled in seven different directions frankly sucks. Sucks in an oral sex kind of way. I've asked around and it rings true with others as well as myself that the day we got back we got slapped hard in the face. We got slapped so hard that even today, weeks after getting buried with the burdens of projects, homework, and all those important ships*, we still feel the bruise.

Coming back to school was no easy transition this year, there was no slow and steady increase concerning the amount of stuff we have to do. Oh no, we got it all in one big punch. I have been slowly crawling out of the tomb and am finally beginning to see some light and breath some air... and does it ever feel good. But yes, getting pulled and pushed every which way has lead me to many breakdowns and confusions- I am frankly tired of having to struggle to put any real focus into what needs to be done. I'm tired of it, so something needs to change.

Luckily for now things have begun to slow down and I'm getting some control, or maybe I have gotten used to handling all the work- which is somewhat of a scary and yet encouraging thought.

Not that I'm saying that being out of control doesn't lead to a kind of party in itself. It's just that, like I said before, right now in my life I want to be able to focus - especially on those creative things in my life, butter spread to thin and all that...

...and also not forgetting all those wonderful ships.

* The Science of Sleep - see the trailer!

Currently listening to: The Sweets by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Happy September

Packing is a very dusty business. For me it's also been very stressful and all I wish for right now are for my Tetris skills to come into use in the real world. Nothing I have will fit neatly into any box and I've resorted to smashing and begging. If only my lovables would pack themselves, lazy bastards them.

Though September is here and school is beginning. Which means I get to see everyone again, me so happy- me dance! It also means I get to do some more wunderful theatre.

But anyway, September. The only month to begin with the letter 'S'. I question why and I figure its because it thinks it's special. A very stuck up month that September. Look at it, parading around with its sunny demeanor. Lies! All of it, lies I say! I know what season is behind your curtain of deceit foul month and that's fall! You shall not fool me with your foolish ways. You who usher in death and decay amongst all the, the, um. Trees. Yes.

I don't know why so angry, I like fall and all the green that September brings. I guess I'm still not over the incident with the lawnmower. Oh despair.

Happy September

(I think my mind might be going further into kaput)