Wow. Life.

Perhaps normal things that happen seem phenomenal because I am used to the Lowest Common Denominator happening. The movers are set. The place is set. My school loans are almost set. MY security deposit will not be lost on this place, like before. I am seeing Passing Strange again before it closes so I can remember the wonderfulness that is that show. The Grocery Store will provide me with boxes so there's money saved. And tomorrow I am seeing a Beckett Short Play - Eh Joe with Liam Neeson.

I'm excited to be moving into my own place. It's all okay. Life is manageable. How amazing is that thought?

My brother is spending the night tonight. It's random, but necessary to life. How Passing Strange. I am going to probably meet his girlfriend tomorrow too. Strange indeed. I want to smile, which is odd for me. I think I shall!

Lastly for now I leave you with the Tony Performance of They're Playing Our Song. I see why Lucie Arnaz was so celebrated in this role. She's a hoot!

Fluidity....

Quick question that would greatly appreciate an answer —

When someone says:

You're playwriting is much more fluid than your short stories. aka food for thought.

What does that mean? Does that mean I suck?

In other news. Endgame today was terrific! Who knew Vinnie from Doogie Houser understood Beckett SO well? In my opinion it's not the end all of Beckett's plays in my opinion. I adore Happy Days more, but this was terrific to see. Plus seeing Elaine Strich in a Garbage Can was terrific! She played the hell out of those five lines!

Walking home I realized how many people exist and how it's very difficult to believe that you are truly an individual when so many people are involved with their own lives and they feel the same thing.

whew, breath!

Why am I not working harder on Finals? Why not?

Please answer my question above...thank you.

My new favorite lady - Not I

Alice Ripley, to know that you've been in my life for years. Yet I chose to ignore you! How, why am I so foolish sometimes? Well, every Broadway lady gets their attention in my life and right now you're in my mind often.

What I would love more is if Alice Ripley performed Not I by Beckett. Not I is probably one of the most difficult monologues I have ever seen performed. It's a monologue that's just a woman's mouth. That's all. Watch the video if you don't believe me. Why I would like Alice to perform this is because her voice is so hypnotizing to me.

What might be better is someone tried to put Not I to music. I know, I know that's probably violating Beckett's idea. And the House of Beckett (which I picture as a small shack that when entered opens up into the abyss) would probably never allow it, since Becket's very precise, but I think it may be fun to put to music. A very dissonant sound would be created and for that I love the idea.

Saturday I am going to aim at trying to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Then on Sunday we scored cheap seats to August Osage County. Which I'm excited to see, because everyone's been ranting and raving about it since it opened. I sometimes wonder if my opinion is the same of the popular. More than often it seems it's not.

Insomnia Blues

There's something about Nell Carter screaming at who I imagine to be Michael Bennett in an early demo recording of One Night Only, that makes me smile like a giddy school girl.

I am too eager to sleep. Tomorrow I have one final (granted I'd like to attend the gym) and then I'm spending my last day in Brooklyn with the Tall Man. This makes me immensely content. It's been a long while that kissing someone has made me feel warm. Which therefore means it will end disastrously.

I've been watching movie trailers: Prince Caspian, Funny Games U.S. and Cloverfield all look VERY good. Of course the next movie on my list is Sweeney Todd, it will be seen before China. I listened to the soundtrack and nodded approvingly. I think a lot of it's to be felt and seen in the movie itself. The soundtrack sounded scarce. I can say though that I love Toby actually being a BOY. Not some man-child like the original. Also the switching of Joanna before God That's Good!

Samuel Beckett is my new love of life. I can't explain why. He speaks to me in ways many authors haven't. I think, years ago, when I first read Waiting for Godot and kids in high school poo-poo'd it. How could I not feel that this is what "good" writing isn't.

Now this may come off as extremely nerdy, or ridiculous. I'll let you be the judge. I cannot wait, I have actually felt anticipation too, to read Beckett's plays. Like I am finishing Molloy as we speak. I will never think about sucking stones the same way again. Or the infinite ways they can be placed in coat pockets.

Finals Thoughts

In the midst of Finals I am taking a small break to write a quick entry. The Patti LuPone Pillow drama, I will not allow it to defeat me. I couldn't find it, for it is TRULY lost. I will get the INC and go on with my life as it was meant to be. That's the best I can do. Granted I had my usual insomnia attack, but I overcame.

Insomnia is more cracked up than people make it seem. When I can't sleep I feel oh so stressed it's true. Then for a moment I realize I'm in some sort of elite percentage. Fie on those who sleep soundly. It just makes you feel much more unique than those who pretend their lives aren't without strife.

In my finals and trying to plan theater for my return to the states. Oh listen to me, talking like a world traveler already. Anyway, I am thrilled because I will be seeing Happy Days by Beckett at BAM, starring Fiona Shaw, also know as Aunt Petunia from the Harry Potter movies. For those of you who don't know the play is basically a long monologue performed by a woman who in the first act is buried up to her waist in sand. Then the second act she's buried up to her head in sand. I've always wanted to see a production of it.


I just bought Beckett's collection of plays. So I will be reading it very soon. His novel, Molloy, is probably one of the most genius pieces of writing I've ever read. Some how his use of language makes sense to me. I do admit it takes will to read on. When Molloy went on about the pebbles I was entranced, where to keep them and his logic of the pockets. Then part two started and it totally fucked with my mind.

Then in my excitement, for I truly love BAM now and the great theater is gives me. I wanted to see the new production of Hansel & Gretel at the Met Opera. For The Met I can only afford the tickets that sit up in Heaven. I can't see well from Heaven. Too bright.

I found out at BAM they how TV showings of it for 22 bucks. It's brilliant. Like the professionally tape the operas to show and probably for archive reasons. So I'm going to that too...

Lastly, I hope when I go home I can make a tattoo visit: I've always loved Joan Miro so I wanted to get this...


The little creature and the stars. A great introduction to color if I do say so
myself...

P.S. I just helped my friend get a connection for 'shrooms...does that make me a drug pusher?