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So I'm bored at home and I somehow get this unpredicted urge to get back on this thing. I don't know where the thought came from, but fuckin' a, if it keeps me occupied I'll go along with it.
I'm on this weird interjection of a "break" that Muhlenberg inserts into my schedule because it's still "affiliated" with the Lutheran Church--so all the Lutherans can go back and eat chocolate while subversively celebrating a beat-to-shit messiah. Whoopie. Whatever. It means I'm back for a few days. Spring Break was spent drunk and stoned off my ass in Montreal, so being home hasn't occurred since Christmas. lucygoosey183, rivers02, and Fran are home, so I have people to periodically force myself into the presence of.
So yeah, I've been busy. For the last two months I've been directing a play I wrote called Skin, Hair and Nails, with a preceding monologue called The Baptism. They are collectively the first part in a three play sequence attempting to digest the fucked up psychological state of being that is the "American Identity." Hefty shit, and probably pretentious as hell--but I have to prove that I'm talented somehow so that my department will concede to my presence amidst their own elitist preoccupations. However it turns out, it's been fun. The show goes up this thursday and friday, and I had the benefit of having a great cast--three out of five of which are conveniently frat brothers of mine at phi tau, don't know how that happened. Rehearsals have been going well, however frantic they're starting to be. Not that the whole process hasn't been full of inane bullshit. Almost lost my actors two weeks ago because a visiting professor thought that simply because he has more power than lowly, lesser-tier productions, he could go ahead and not plan a schedule like any professional should...which put the certainty of two of my actors being able to perform in check. Managed to squeeze out of that problem. Only thing now is I need to beg to use a gun that shoots blanks--the most important prop...and the show goes up in five days (awkward laugh.)
I've been slacking off this semester--who cares. The summer will be great. I'm going to be home the whole time, working at Van Cortlandt and seeing live music. Right now there is, of course, Clearwater, and then I'm going to the Pitchfork fest in July in Chicago to see Mountain Goats, Devendra, Man Man, Yo La Tengo, etc. with my buddy Jared from school (whose also in my frat.) So I'm happy. Making art and preparing for a good summer. I'm in a pretty good place.
I saw Sean Carlesimo and Danielle Attinelli and Rob Cipriano and Jim Geoghan (all probably spelled wrong, whatever) when I brought my Subway chicken teriyaki sandwich made by mrsjudelaw to Senasqua today, sat with them for a while. It was strange--haven't seen any of them for almost two years--suddenly got pushed back a bit. It was nice though. Some of them I had respected, some of them I had thought I hated--all of that was gone with the amount of time that had passed. Weird. Made me feel old.
So, I basically had an epiphany about a month ago and realized that there's nothing else I'm going to be able to do in my life than be a writer--I don't even know if I really want to teach, even though I'm good at it. I just want to write plays and poetry and whatever the fuck, direct, etc. Idealistic, but that's all I got so I'm just going to plow right ahead into poverty and see what the fuck happens. It'll be fun. Anyone with me?
I'm going bowling with the aforementioned crew and a host of others tonight. It should be fun. Will report later if there's anything worthy of it. Adios.
I'm on this weird interjection of a "break" that Muhlenberg inserts into my schedule because it's still "affiliated" with the Lutheran Church--so all the Lutherans can go back and eat chocolate while subversively celebrating a beat-to-shit messiah. Whoopie. Whatever. It means I'm back for a few days. Spring Break was spent drunk and stoned off my ass in Montreal, so being home hasn't occurred since Christmas. lucygoosey183, rivers02, and Fran are home, so I have people to periodically force myself into the presence of.
So yeah, I've been busy. For the last two months I've been directing a play I wrote called Skin, Hair and Nails, with a preceding monologue called The Baptism. They are collectively the first part in a three play sequence attempting to digest the fucked up psychological state of being that is the "American Identity." Hefty shit, and probably pretentious as hell--but I have to prove that I'm talented somehow so that my department will concede to my presence amidst their own elitist preoccupations. However it turns out, it's been fun. The show goes up this thursday and friday, and I had the benefit of having a great cast--three out of five of which are conveniently frat brothers of mine at phi tau, don't know how that happened. Rehearsals have been going well, however frantic they're starting to be. Not that the whole process hasn't been full of inane bullshit. Almost lost my actors two weeks ago because a visiting professor thought that simply because he has more power than lowly, lesser-tier productions, he could go ahead and not plan a schedule like any professional should...which put the certainty of two of my actors being able to perform in check. Managed to squeeze out of that problem. Only thing now is I need to beg to use a gun that shoots blanks--the most important prop...and the show goes up in five days (awkward laugh.)
I've been slacking off this semester--who cares. The summer will be great. I'm going to be home the whole time, working at Van Cortlandt and seeing live music. Right now there is, of course, Clearwater, and then I'm going to the Pitchfork fest in July in Chicago to see Mountain Goats, Devendra, Man Man, Yo La Tengo, etc. with my buddy Jared from school (whose also in my frat.) So I'm happy. Making art and preparing for a good summer. I'm in a pretty good place.
I saw Sean Carlesimo and Danielle Attinelli and Rob Cipriano and Jim Geoghan (all probably spelled wrong, whatever) when I brought my Subway chicken teriyaki sandwich made by mrsjudelaw to Senasqua today, sat with them for a while. It was strange--haven't seen any of them for almost two years--suddenly got pushed back a bit. It was nice though. Some of them I had respected, some of them I had thought I hated--all of that was gone with the amount of time that had passed. Weird. Made me feel old.
So, I basically had an epiphany about a month ago and realized that there's nothing else I'm going to be able to do in my life than be a writer--I don't even know if I really want to teach, even though I'm good at it. I just want to write plays and poetry and whatever the fuck, direct, etc. Idealistic, but that's all I got so I'm just going to plow right ahead into poverty and see what the fuck happens. It'll be fun. Anyone with me?
I'm going bowling with the aforementioned crew and a host of others tonight. It should be fun. Will report later if there's anything worthy of it. Adios.