I know I've done it before, but Meredith tagged me.
And who am I to say no?
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
Joya: What about a mother, should she feel she's in the way?
Lu: You're so vulgar.
Jim: There's something wrong if she does.
"Interim" by Barbara Cassidy, in the anthology "New Downtown Now," edited by Mac Wellman and Young Jean Lee. I generally don't tag.
In case you were wondering, "New Downtown Now" is a collection of new (read: extremely postmodern) plays. I was instructed to read it by a playwright I know, and was hoping it would inspire "A Girl Named Maria." It hasn't, but it has given me an idea for another play. Over the summer I intend to read and write constantly. Even if I'm not studying theater, there's no reason for me not to write plays.
Risley is officially in the throes of finals, which generally means I put up my icon of Doctor Crane from "Batman Begins" in a straightjacket, but I feel like my schedule isn't bad enough for me to declare insanity. Yes, I have two exams back to back on the same day, but that day isn't until next week.
A thunderstorm is starting outside. I love thunderstorms. Oh, and now I hear a fire truck. I wonder if a building was just struck by lightning. Kind of scary, that. I remember when I was ten or so, my family was out somewhere during a storm, and joking when we saw bolts of lightning about "Oh, that one hit the house." When we got back, the steeple of the church across a street and parking lot from us had been struck. Fire trucks were leaving, having just put the fire out. The church didn't fix the steeple for years - it was still intact, but you could see the exact outline of where the lightning bolt had zig-zag-ed in. The joke around Norton, of course, was "God missed; he was aiming for the town hall."
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
Joya: What about a mother, should she feel she's in the way?
Lu: You're so vulgar.
Jim: There's something wrong if she does.
"Interim" by Barbara Cassidy, in the anthology "New Downtown Now," edited by Mac Wellman and Young Jean Lee. I generally don't tag.
In case you were wondering, "New Downtown Now" is a collection of new (read: extremely postmodern) plays. I was instructed to read it by a playwright I know, and was hoping it would inspire "A Girl Named Maria." It hasn't, but it has given me an idea for another play. Over the summer I intend to read and write constantly. Even if I'm not studying theater, there's no reason for me not to write plays.
Risley is officially in the throes of finals, which generally means I put up my icon of Doctor Crane from "Batman Begins" in a straightjacket, but I feel like my schedule isn't bad enough for me to declare insanity. Yes, I have two exams back to back on the same day, but that day isn't until next week.
A thunderstorm is starting outside. I love thunderstorms. Oh, and now I hear a fire truck. I wonder if a building was just struck by lightning. Kind of scary, that. I remember when I was ten or so, my family was out somewhere during a storm, and joking when we saw bolts of lightning about "Oh, that one hit the house." When we got back, the steeple of the church across a street and parking lot from us had been struck. Fire trucks were leaving, having just put the fire out. The church didn't fix the steeple for years - it was still intact, but you could see the exact outline of where the lightning bolt had zig-zag-ed in. The joke around Norton, of course, was "God missed; he was aiming for the town hall."