Do This For the Remembrance...Of Me (DINGALINGALING)
Kendall and I saw John Doyle's minimalist Sweeney Todd at the Ahmanson last night. We had "limited view" seats ($20) which ended up being on the aisle in the fifth row: not too shabby, and the closest I've ever been in that massive theatre! Judy Kaye stole the show as Mrs. Lovett, but her job was made easier by a forgettable Sweeney, whose voice was fine if nasally at times ("precious rewwwwbies") but whose presence was rather opaque. Good support by the cast, but on the whole I'd prefer to see it done in the Brechtian concert orchestra style. We had dinner at McCormick and Schmick's at the bar, where we got $2 cheeseburgers and fries and I got a free beer from the cute waitress because they had "Family Feud" on the tv and took twenty minutes to change it to sports after I asked ("have a beer on me for the crappy tv"). We walked back to my apartment after the show and Kendall slept sneezily on the couch.
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My bike tire pooped out on me on my way from campus to work today, making an already arduous journey even longer and harder, but I got in some good exercise. Cheryl and I went to get $5 Subway footlongs and got it fixed while we were there. I got a lot of compliments at work today, which is always nice, especially from some of the more demanding superiors.
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When I got home I realized I had a bunch of boxes of unpacked books because I had nowhere to put them, and I had a tall bookshelf lying unflatteringly on its side under my windows (which are never open because they look out onto the hallway, or rather the hallway looks into my room). So I actually rearranged my entire room, moving my bed into the corner and facing the window and put the bookshelf up by the window and filled it with my yearbooks, non-fiction books, classic novels and play scripts. My mystery and contemporary fiction books are on the two shelves inexplicably screwed into the wall by the door for no discernible reason. I'm laminating the cover of the Sweeney program and a large picture from Disneyland to put on the walls since I don't have any full-sized frames, although I may go get some next time I pass a 99-cent store. I also want to put the two pictures I got from Grandma Rachel's stash of me as a toddler, one with Dad and one with Grandma Marilyn, in frames so they're more special and well-preserved than the general pictures I have puttied to the walls. I also have my high school diploma on the shelf and some of my shot glass collection, although the bulk of my collection (and the great shelf Mom got me to display them) is still missing, probably in the mysterious storage space Dad keeps talking about. We'll see how my new feng-shui pans out.
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Tomorrow I start a liquid diet to prepare for the first of two medical tests in the next week...well, technically I've started now. My last supper was mac and cheese, two eggs and grilled ham from Easter. Cheryl took me to Ralph's to buy popsicles and apple juice to get me through tomorrow. But the real shitter (pun intended) is the sacrificial drink I must have tonight and tomorrow night. Let's let Mark the Apostle tell the story.
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After supper he took the 10 oz. glass bottle of magnesium citrate; and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, and said, "Drink this, all of you: This is my Blood of the new Covenant, which is shed for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins and the cleansing of the bowel prior to invasive colon radiology during which liquid barium is pumped into your bowels so that the x-ray can see a detailed image of your colon to see what the Hell is wrong with you so we can do surgery, either minor or major depending on the outcome, but only if you have spent the previous thirty-six hours expelling the normal contents therein. Whenever you drink it, twice over the next two days, do this for the remembrance of me."
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And therefore, Father, we recall the mystery of faith:
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David has gone;
David has risen;
David will go again.
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I always get incredibly nervous before these tests, and now I'm on my own and don't have Mom or Dad to be there with me or drive me or anything, so I have to be a big boy and do it on my own. They say the test, although uncomfortable and sometimes embarrassing, only takes about ten to thirty minutes so I'll be back at work by around noon on Friday afterwards, although they said I could take the whole day off. I need the money, and I have another test next Tuesday for which I probably will be missing most if not the entire day.
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Stay tuned for an update of David's crucifixion on the radiologist's table.
.
My bike tire pooped out on me on my way from campus to work today, making an already arduous journey even longer and harder, but I got in some good exercise. Cheryl and I went to get $5 Subway footlongs and got it fixed while we were there. I got a lot of compliments at work today, which is always nice, especially from some of the more demanding superiors.
.
When I got home I realized I had a bunch of boxes of unpacked books because I had nowhere to put them, and I had a tall bookshelf lying unflatteringly on its side under my windows (which are never open because they look out onto the hallway, or rather the hallway looks into my room). So I actually rearranged my entire room, moving my bed into the corner and facing the window and put the bookshelf up by the window and filled it with my yearbooks, non-fiction books, classic novels and play scripts. My mystery and contemporary fiction books are on the two shelves inexplicably screwed into the wall by the door for no discernible reason. I'm laminating the cover of the Sweeney program and a large picture from Disneyland to put on the walls since I don't have any full-sized frames, although I may go get some next time I pass a 99-cent store. I also want to put the two pictures I got from Grandma Rachel's stash of me as a toddler, one with Dad and one with Grandma Marilyn, in frames so they're more special and well-preserved than the general pictures I have puttied to the walls. I also have my high school diploma on the shelf and some of my shot glass collection, although the bulk of my collection (and the great shelf Mom got me to display them) is still missing, probably in the mysterious storage space Dad keeps talking about. We'll see how my new feng-shui pans out.
.
Tomorrow I start a liquid diet to prepare for the first of two medical tests in the next week...well, technically I've started now. My last supper was mac and cheese, two eggs and grilled ham from Easter. Cheryl took me to Ralph's to buy popsicles and apple juice to get me through tomorrow. But the real shitter (pun intended) is the sacrificial drink I must have tonight and tomorrow night. Let's let Mark the Apostle tell the story.
.
After supper he took the 10 oz. glass bottle of magnesium citrate; and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, and said, "Drink this, all of you: This is my Blood of the new Covenant, which is shed for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins and the cleansing of the bowel prior to invasive colon radiology during which liquid barium is pumped into your bowels so that the x-ray can see a detailed image of your colon to see what the Hell is wrong with you so we can do surgery, either minor or major depending on the outcome, but only if you have spent the previous thirty-six hours expelling the normal contents therein. Whenever you drink it, twice over the next two days, do this for the remembrance of me."
.
And therefore, Father, we recall the mystery of faith:
.
David has gone;
David has risen;
David will go again.
.
I always get incredibly nervous before these tests, and now I'm on my own and don't have Mom or Dad to be there with me or drive me or anything, so I have to be a big boy and do it on my own. They say the test, although uncomfortable and sometimes embarrassing, only takes about ten to thirty minutes so I'll be back at work by around noon on Friday afterwards, although they said I could take the whole day off. I need the money, and I have another test next Tuesday for which I probably will be missing most if not the entire day.
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Stay tuned for an update of David's crucifixion on the radiologist's table.