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dear sarah ruhl, i want to have all of your narrative babies. hot damn, Dead Man's Cell Phone was a good play. i will admit it, i went in expecting to be disappointed. and truth be told, all of the parts regarding cell phones, although representing valiant attempts at poeticism, felt more like tired stand up routines. but the treatment of death and language and love was spot on, and with all the cohesion and whimsy and glowing umbrellas and understated truths an audience has come to expect. bravo, i say. love, dinah.
not to count fetal chickens or anything, but spring quarter seems to be worlds better than its predecessor. my class schedule is sort of nonexistent, leaving all this floating time to handle the large-but-not-towering workload, and also to enjoy the weather and go on indulgent six hour coffee dates. i mentioned this to julia, and boasted of the nearly hour-long conversation we had on punctuation, to which she responded that six hour coffees don't exist and there was probably a lot of conjugating in there. i like english and dates and puns, and spring seems to be providing a preponderance of all three.
not to count fetal chickens or anything, but spring quarter seems to be worlds better than its predecessor. my class schedule is sort of nonexistent, leaving all this floating time to handle the large-but-not-towering workload, and also to enjoy the weather and go on indulgent six hour coffee dates. i mentioned this to julia, and boasted of the nearly hour-long conversation we had on punctuation, to which she responded that six hour coffees don't exist and there was probably a lot of conjugating in there. i like english and dates and puns, and spring seems to be providing a preponderance of all three.