today was warm. enough to melt the remaining snow ( Read more... )

going to visit my folks so i have to say goodbye for a few days, LJ.
here's something to remember me by:

Midnight Blue Plains

Music & Lyrics by Vi Nhan H. TranPlanelights are flashing by Orion’s Belt ( Read more... )

I've finished a ten-minute play adaptation of a short story, "The Man Born Blind," if you'd like to ( read it. )

mmm... sleepytime tea.

I am finally done with my critical analysis paper for Modern Theatre. I am going to have a mug of sleepytime tea and take a nap. If the paper hadn't been so tedious (and due last Friday to boot), I'd actually say it was pretty fun to write. Got to choose my own modern play to analyze, so I wrote on Take Me Out. For being ( Read more... )

the tongue is a flame, capable
of all kinds of destruction
it can kindle a spirit:
inspire, teach, thrill, seduce
but more often than not
these potent flickerings just burn
consuming neighbors greedily
the way an ember might
when set in matrimony
to kindlewood or dried parchment

Well, it's done. The running and weight training have transformed from hobby into character preparation ( Read more... )

We're pulling a double-header of MACBETH tomorrow: a morning matinee (8:00 am call) and an evening performance complete with ACTF respondent. So why the hell am I up, instead of getting much needed sleep so I won't drag ass tomorrow ( Read more... )

I've picked up a new hobby since returning from D.C.: running. I've never been much of a runner or athlete, so it's kind of a new, exciting venture for me. All those stories about runner's high have got me pumped. I haven't thrown myself into running so intensely that I've experienced it yet, but I do feel invigorated ( Read more... )

Journals have to start somewhere, I guess, and since I'm here and I'm writing, I might as well start off where I met the LJ enthusiasts that got me here. So, Maureen, Tom, and the rest of my Kennedy Center kin, here I go ( Read more... )