Laughter, tears and some BBQ'd chicken. A fine day indeed....
Robert Heinlein wrote you - your stranger in a
strange land, you.
Which Author's Fiction are You?
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You are...........
Hunter S. Thompson (aka Raoul Duke). You sweat
rivers, you consume large amounts of drugs and
alcohol on a daily basis. You talk to fast, you
wear large sunglasses and slack off on your job
but in the end your work is eloquent and
original. Only one down point : Your logic is
completely insane and circular.
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So....yeah.
House managed again tonight in Theatre One in the Tufte building (The building where my program, the faculty and all my classes are located) for a few hours. The play was Virginia Wolfe’s A Room of One's Own performed by a professor of Law from Northeastern University. She was quite impressive too from what I saw when I brought in late comers and when I was watching it on the monitor. The set and lights were a testament to minimalism - a chair, table, podium, 6 books, a rug, a desk and a pitcher full of water were the set while the lights consisted of "on, off, flood, house lights" and then the show was over. That's one of the best things about being an Usher at the Majestic and a House Manager at Theatre One, I see some of the best shows, get to be in charge of people and get to help people all while getting paid for it. It's great.
Any who that ended about 8:30 or so, got home and decided a light shake and some BBQ chicken that I had cooked up a few days before for the apartment was perfect for dinner. Add a bit of StarCraft and some light reading and getting some things ready to be read for tomorrow and you have my night.
My morning/day however was very, very interesting. Marty Pottenger (Another female performance artist/writer long standing friend of Robbie's) came in for a seminar/workshop on family, identity and how we use the world we build around ourselves, our relationships and our families and that, once this world is built, how we use and create new things using this world as the construct for it all. The entire class was spent telling stories about our families, personal stories, stories about how we dealt with our families....so from some of the more amusing stories to outright hysterical laughter to having many members of the class in tears or on the verge of them. (Myself included) Eventually some very serious stories got told, about suicide attempts, family deaths, family growths, family connections....everything. I have to admit it was a funny, insightful, growing, learning, cathartic class that made everyone so upset for it to be over. We all wanted to share more, more stories, here more stories, be there for each other....it was a good class.
And hence ends my night.