Not Perfect
So, all I have to say is: I'm not perfect. I know that I act like it a lot of the time, but I'm not. And I'm sick of feeling awful because I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to feel bad about or how bad I'm supposed to feel.
I'm Back
Sorry for the ten day hiatus, it has been a relative shit storm around Shorter Theatre for the moment. Here's basically how life is going:
-APO Induction-We had a good time, in spite of the fact that is was way too formal for a Theatre ceremony at Shorter. We're low-key people; so, we posed on a pedestal to match our personality while they read our achievements. Oh, and I'm the President, which reminds me that I have got to have an officer's meeting tomorrow.
-English Capstone-Passed with flying colors. Reportedly, the words "graduate-level" were used to describe my performance. Yes, you can imagine me nonchalantly blowing on my fingers if you want. I completely fucked up the "Prufrock" question (sorry Kate), but I more than made up for it with my Oedipus Rex and Othelle responses.
-Love's Call-Amazing performance last Monday night. My mother was unable to come, but it was a remarkable night regardless. My cast was amazing, Davis stole the show as the Nurse (apparently, she thrives on an audience), and I simply couldn't have been prouder. That happened six days ago. It feels like an eon.
-Millie auditions-Lord, save me. Auditions Tuesday, Callbacks were Wednesday, and the cast list finally went up Saturday afternoon. In the middle of all this, I have been caught in a shitstorm of controversy that I won't go into here. But, suffice it to say, multiple people have lost my trust for this process and I will proceed warily. The show is double-cast, and I'm refraining from an opinion until I see how it works out. It is certainly...different.
-Justin and Asha's Senior Show-Really good performance. I'm proud of both of them. Justin's dad grabbed me and yelled at me because I was the house manager. Then he apologized with a zero-distance of personal bubble. Twice. Which was all fine, except that I really like my personal bubble.
-Personal Life-I haven't seen any of my friends for any length of time in days. K'Fain is busy this weekend, and I have been too 90-to-nothing to call. I should call Kate ASAP to fill her in on stuff. I spent all of yesterday in bed watching movies on Netflix. At dinner, I stumbled into the living room to watch movies in there. I love having the apartment to myself.
I hope this week turns out better.
-APO Induction-We had a good time, in spite of the fact that is was way too formal for a Theatre ceremony at Shorter. We're low-key people; so, we posed on a pedestal to match our personality while they read our achievements. Oh, and I'm the President, which reminds me that I have got to have an officer's meeting tomorrow.
-English Capstone-Passed with flying colors. Reportedly, the words "graduate-level" were used to describe my performance. Yes, you can imagine me nonchalantly blowing on my fingers if you want. I completely fucked up the "Prufrock" question (sorry Kate), but I more than made up for it with my Oedipus Rex and Othelle responses.
-Love's Call-Amazing performance last Monday night. My mother was unable to come, but it was a remarkable night regardless. My cast was amazing, Davis stole the show as the Nurse (apparently, she thrives on an audience), and I simply couldn't have been prouder. That happened six days ago. It feels like an eon.
-Millie auditions-Lord, save me. Auditions Tuesday, Callbacks were Wednesday, and the cast list finally went up Saturday afternoon. In the middle of all this, I have been caught in a shitstorm of controversy that I won't go into here. But, suffice it to say, multiple people have lost my trust for this process and I will proceed warily. The show is double-cast, and I'm refraining from an opinion until I see how it works out. It is certainly...different.
-Justin and Asha's Senior Show-Really good performance. I'm proud of both of them. Justin's dad grabbed me and yelled at me because I was the house manager. Then he apologized with a zero-distance of personal bubble. Twice. Which was all fine, except that I really like my personal bubble.
-Personal Life-I haven't seen any of my friends for any length of time in days. K'Fain is busy this weekend, and I have been too 90-to-nothing to call. I should call Kate ASAP to fill her in on stuff. I spent all of yesterday in bed watching movies on Netflix. At dinner, I stumbled into the living room to watch movies in there. I love having the apartment to myself.
I hope this week turns out better.
Sometimes, I'm only in the mood for sad songs.
My friends come through with great news, and I feel like I'm only going through the motions of happy. I don't want to do that.
Something is wrong with me. I know, this is a lot more personal than I usually get. I feel like something must be wrong with me. Enormously wrong. I feel like a complete failure. I feel like I can't stand beside a single decision.
I feel very human.
I don't have time to feel bad, to feel sad, to not be at my peak.
Maybe I'm sad because I'm tired.
Maybe I'm tired because I'm sad.
Once again, I'm confessing in riddles. Here's something I know, though: sometimes hugs wear down all of your barriers that you've built for yourself. And sometimes, that's a very bad thing.
My friends come through with great news, and I feel like I'm only going through the motions of happy. I don't want to do that.
Something is wrong with me. I know, this is a lot more personal than I usually get. I feel like something must be wrong with me. Enormously wrong. I feel like a complete failure. I feel like I can't stand beside a single decision.
I feel very human.
I don't have time to feel bad, to feel sad, to not be at my peak.
Maybe I'm sad because I'm tired.
Maybe I'm tired because I'm sad.
Once again, I'm confessing in riddles. Here's something I know, though: sometimes hugs wear down all of your barriers that you've built for yourself. And sometimes, that's a very bad thing.
Manifesto
A Pledge to Shorter Theatre
To the greatest people I will ever work with and the biggest assholes I'll ever know. You are simply the kindest and the most hypocritical bunch of glorious bastards in the world. I love you dearly.
I will stab you in the back. I will talk about you when you are not around. I will wish your greatest fears into reality. I will smile at you when I don't believe it. I will wait on you sometimes and sometimes merely tolerate your presnece next to me in the cafeteria. I will be your best friend.
I will delight in your successes. I will commiserate with your failures. I will tell you the truth if you wish to hear it. I will lie to you if you wish to hear it. I will support you in whatever you do because you are a fantastic artist. I will encourage you to blaze your own trail.
I will call an excellent show. I will be in all black. I will make off-color remarks on headset. I will cuss you out if you miss your cues. I will apologize. I will recognize that I do so very little in comparison to the great work that's being done.
I will laugh at you when you say you are tired. I will bitch at you when you say you can do no more. I will motivate you to go get your classwork done. I will understand when you skip to take a nap.
I will listen to anything you ever need to say to me. I will give you advice and only be slightly miffed when you don't take it. I will advise you on monologues to use, how to audition, and how to get things done in this place. I will talk to you.
I will shoot the shit with you in the cafeteria. You will know that, so long as I am there, you have a place to sit and someone to talk to. No matter how good my book is or how much homework I have to do, I will not abandon you to yourself, because we are a family. Families eat their meals together. We will laugh and ask after each other's days and give hugs and scare each other and play games and sometimes, sadly, we will even sing.
I will see you in class. I will whisper answers to you during the middle of discussions. I will occasionally have to ask you what happened because I only got to Act II, Scene 3. I will give you honest critique and I will try to not be a coward. I expect that you will do the same to me.
I will drink with you when times are hard. I will drink you when time are celebratory. I will more than happily let you sleep on my couch. I will listen to your problems. I will provide a place for you to escape when things get awkward.
I will love you, and I will hate you.
An Explanation
This is my relationship to the Shorter Theatre Department. I don't know what else to say except that it's all true, and that I honestly pledge to do all of the above. You can count on it. I'm sure I'll come back to this list again and again to mark it up.
Be safe, and may we all be blessed.
Apologies
So, writing is going to be spotty until next Monday (watch me say that and write more than I ever have). Anywho, basically, my life is crazy until then. I've got Dance Concert, my show, APO induction, and my English Capstone all in the next five days. Plus, I have to pee. So, stay tuned for updates, and I love you all.
Confession
I feel like it's cheating when I write to my friends instead of talking to them on the phone or in person. When I write down difficult things, not because I can't say them, but because it's simply easier. I don't mean things like arguments or passive-aggressive notes or breaking up with someone, but just telling them all the deep shit that's going on in my life.
And I worry, all the time, that I'm a well. My friend, K'Fain, came up with this method of classifying people into the following categories based on bodies of manmade water:
-Kiddie pools-not very deep, not very wide, but fun to splash in every once in a while
-Wading pools-can talk about some semi-deep issues (politics, gossip, etc.) and hang out together.
-Pool-Some depth, some shallow, a decent mix of a friendship.
-Olympic-sized pool-people who are varied. They are very deep and very wide, showing a broad range of knowledge and information. They expose almost everything. While they sometimes hang out in the fun, shallower area, there is a lot of depth and takes a lot of effort to stay afloat.
-Wells-Not very wide, but incredibly deep. They keep taking and falling and showing how much depth they have, sucking out all the fun and lightness in a relationship. You can't play in a well, but you can become trapped in the tunnel.
And I worry, all the time, that I'm a well. My friend, K'Fain, came up with this method of classifying people into the following categories based on bodies of manmade water:
-Kiddie pools-not very deep, not very wide, but fun to splash in every once in a while
-Wading pools-can talk about some semi-deep issues (politics, gossip, etc.) and hang out together.
-Pool-Some depth, some shallow, a decent mix of a friendship.
-Olympic-sized pool-people who are varied. They are very deep and very wide, showing a broad range of knowledge and information. They expose almost everything. While they sometimes hang out in the fun, shallower area, there is a lot of depth and takes a lot of effort to stay afloat.
-Wells-Not very wide, but incredibly deep. They keep taking and falling and showing how much depth they have, sucking out all the fun and lightness in a relationship. You can't play in a well, but you can become trapped in the tunnel.
Quick Update
So, today's just going to be a quick update on my life.
-After much consternation that the portal was down and that my resume kept doing screwy things, I have finally started applying to AmeriCorps programs. Cross your fingers and wish me luck. Hopefully, I'll be one of the Denver, CO staff of the NCCC program.
-My friends are in better places. No one is breaking up right now, and all the other women are leaving their lives. It's strange how parallels come up like that.
-I've got to start hardcore studying for my capstone in English. The goal for tonight: Finish Rape of the Locke, Sir Gawain, and start reading Midsummer. McFry showed us the rubric last night, so I know that how I'm studying is how I should be going about it. I'd just like to take one more opportunity to say how much I hate Spatan for literally not teaching me a single thing about the first half of English literature. I'm hoping to not get ass-raped on that portion of the test.
-I'm really tired all the time and my back hurts. I think I most be sleeping poorly.
-I started writing a new play last night. It's going to be a one-act with two male characters, loosely based thematically on an experience that I had in the seventh grade. I'll probably talk more about it then, but this play is stretching the religious bones in my body.
That's all I've got to report.
-After much consternation that the portal was down and that my resume kept doing screwy things, I have finally started applying to AmeriCorps programs. Cross your fingers and wish me luck. Hopefully, I'll be one of the Denver, CO staff of the NCCC program.
-My friends are in better places. No one is breaking up right now, and all the other women are leaving their lives. It's strange how parallels come up like that.
-I've got to start hardcore studying for my capstone in English. The goal for tonight: Finish Rape of the Locke, Sir Gawain, and start reading Midsummer. McFry showed us the rubric last night, so I know that how I'm studying is how I should be going about it. I'd just like to take one more opportunity to say how much I hate Spatan for literally not teaching me a single thing about the first half of English literature. I'm hoping to not get ass-raped on that portion of the test.
-I'm really tired all the time and my back hurts. I think I most be sleeping poorly.
-I started writing a new play last night. It's going to be a one-act with two male characters, loosely based thematically on an experience that I had in the seventh grade. I'll probably talk more about it then, but this play is stretching the religious bones in my body.
That's all I've got to report.
Election 2008
I just want to warn everybody that this post is going to be a bit long. This is important to me, and it's important enough to me to want to share with my close friends who read this blog. I'm also going to use real names in this post...so, sorry and let me know if you'd like your name edited out.
Yesterday was the last day America had to vote for the 44th President of the United States. Most of my friends had either driven home early (Hannah Jacobs) or they mailed in absentee ballots (myself, Nick Mason, Greige Lott). I had been watching the news off-and-on all day, and even though the polls had been saying for weeks that Obama was a clear favorite, I was still nervous. I left for improv with the count being something like McCain 73, Obama 199.
We played games for an hour. Only half the troupe was there, but I think that was for the best. We did a lot of good warm-ups. And as we were walking out, my roommate Trey looked up from his phone. "We have a new president." My hyper-critical mind snapped to the correction "president-elect" and someone in the background asked who it was, but I didn't need to. I knew. Barack Obama, the senator from Illinois, had won the election.
And I walked outside. And Hannah called it monumental. And Greige yelled to the people yelling across the front circle. And I yelled with him. And we celebrated.
We walked, arm in arm, back to my apartment to watch the news and toast the new President. We had to wait on Kate to break out the champagne, so Greige and I toasted a shot and sat back to watch the punditry. It wasn't until then that I really looked at the map:
-Obama was at 297. He had won the election without Florida being called. I can't remember an election in recent years where Florida wasn't pivotal to the eventual outcome. But he could have lost it.
-Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Colorado, and New Mexico had all easily gone to him. The only bastions of the Republican Party were the places that couldn't expect to lose: The Midwest, the Deep South (though I'm sad GA turned out to be less close than people had imagined).
Then, we watched Senator McCain's concession speech. Say what you will about him, the man is gracious in times of trial and the speech was beautiful, simple, and conciliatory. I believe him when he says that he will still work to better America and looks forward to working with President-Elect Obama. And I could make catty comments about the way Palin and Cindy McCain were dressed (Yellow probably wasn't the best choice for last night, Mrs. McCain), but that would belittle what happened. I felt embarrassed for the senator when his supporters booed Obama. He's a good American. That used to not be a compliment in my world, but now it is. He's a strong man who will continue to do great things for this country.
Kate got home and we were about to move to the kitchen for toasts when President-Elect Obama began speaking. Some pundits I've read today are calling it, at best, an okay speech. Okay:
For some reason, I started tearing up. Greige looked pretty torn up, too. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. And we started crying into each other, almost sobbing. I don't know why. It just felt right. And I hugged Hannah.
We went outside so people could smoke, and Greige kissed Hannah and me. And I'm glad he did. It seemed like something that should happen...I'd wanted to kiss someone and celebrate...and I'm glad it was with someone that I didn't have to regret it. A few moments later, we heard cheering coming from in front of another building, so we walked over there, barefoot, to see what was going on.
It was another group of people out celebrating the election. They were playing a song about Obama on repeat, setting off fireworks, and just generally celebrating. None of us knew each other, but as soon as we saw each other, hugs and handshakes were exchanged. And we stood around, no one really talking, but everyone basking in the moment.
I turned to Hannah. "You know, in a lot of ways, I'm glad that I'm here rather than anywhere else in the world." "Why?" "Because it makes me happy to know that it's important, even here. Of course it's important in Chicago, but it's also meaningful in Rome, Georgia."
Eventually, we drifted apart from one another and walked back home. I made some food and went to bed, obsessively checking the new Senate breakdown. The diehard Democrat in me was praying for the magical sixty (non-Lieberman sixty being even better).
I know that seems kind of skeleton and not really a big deal, but so many things were said last night that marks this as a turning point. These quotes are from everyone.
-Obama is the first African-American president
-"I never have to live on the street again."
-"For the first time, I feel proud to be an American."
-"This is a monumental occasion. This is huge."
-"I was voting, and someone asked if it was my first time. When I said yes, the woman behind me said that they should film me because this was such an important time and she was so happy that I could participate."
-"I believe in America."
-"It happened. It actually happened."
-"I keep waiting for something to happen and for someone to snatch this away from me."
It strikes me as one of the greatest failings of my educational career that none of my professors cancelled their planned lecture to talk about the election this morning. Instead, it was business as usual. And that simply isn't true--today is not business as usual. Next to 9/11, this is the most important moment of the past decade. And sure, a lot of us saw it coming, but that doesn't make it any less huge.
And I'm tired of staying quiet today just because some people really don't want to hear about it. And there's a guy, I don't know his name, that sits in front of me in World Lit I. He's a religion major at my Southern Baptist school and he may be one of the best Christians I know. "I may not like who got elected President, but we're told to pray for our leaders. And if God is displeased...well, that's what got Nero killed."
So, here we are. And I can't wait to see where we'll go.
Yesterday was the last day America had to vote for the 44th President of the United States. Most of my friends had either driven home early (Hannah Jacobs) or they mailed in absentee ballots (myself, Nick Mason, Greige Lott). I had been watching the news off-and-on all day, and even though the polls had been saying for weeks that Obama was a clear favorite, I was still nervous. I left for improv with the count being something like McCain 73, Obama 199.
We played games for an hour. Only half the troupe was there, but I think that was for the best. We did a lot of good warm-ups. And as we were walking out, my roommate Trey looked up from his phone. "We have a new president." My hyper-critical mind snapped to the correction "president-elect" and someone in the background asked who it was, but I didn't need to. I knew. Barack Obama, the senator from Illinois, had won the election.
And I walked outside. And Hannah called it monumental. And Greige yelled to the people yelling across the front circle. And I yelled with him. And we celebrated.
We walked, arm in arm, back to my apartment to watch the news and toast the new President. We had to wait on Kate to break out the champagne, so Greige and I toasted a shot and sat back to watch the punditry. It wasn't until then that I really looked at the map:
-Obama was at 297. He had won the election without Florida being called. I can't remember an election in recent years where Florida wasn't pivotal to the eventual outcome. But he could have lost it.
-Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Colorado, and New Mexico had all easily gone to him. The only bastions of the Republican Party were the places that couldn't expect to lose: The Midwest, the Deep South (though I'm sad GA turned out to be less close than people had imagined).
Then, we watched Senator McCain's concession speech. Say what you will about him, the man is gracious in times of trial and the speech was beautiful, simple, and conciliatory. I believe him when he says that he will still work to better America and looks forward to working with President-Elect Obama. And I could make catty comments about the way Palin and Cindy McCain were dressed (Yellow probably wasn't the best choice for last night, Mrs. McCain), but that would belittle what happened. I felt embarrassed for the senator when his supporters booed Obama. He's a good American. That used to not be a compliment in my world, but now it is. He's a strong man who will continue to do great things for this country.
Kate got home and we were about to move to the kitchen for toasts when President-Elect Obama began speaking. Some pundits I've read today are calling it, at best, an okay speech. Okay:
It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.I can't really speak for anyone else, but I was moved. I have not been an Obama-phile nor do I become touched very easily, but I believe. And we got up and poured toasts. Trey almost didn't come into the kitchen, but we invited him over. He didn't vote, but this is everybody's future, not just the people who helped decide it. And Hannah started and toasted to tomorrow and Greige to being proud to be an American and I toasted to a change we didn't think we 'd see for a long time. And ending those toasts, I clinked glasses with Trey, Hannah, Kate, Greige, J'Sprad, and Danny.
[...]
It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.
[...]
This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.
For some reason, I started tearing up. Greige looked pretty torn up, too. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. And we started crying into each other, almost sobbing. I don't know why. It just felt right. And I hugged Hannah.
We went outside so people could smoke, and Greige kissed Hannah and me. And I'm glad he did. It seemed like something that should happen...I'd wanted to kiss someone and celebrate...and I'm glad it was with someone that I didn't have to regret it. A few moments later, we heard cheering coming from in front of another building, so we walked over there, barefoot, to see what was going on.
It was another group of people out celebrating the election. They were playing a song about Obama on repeat, setting off fireworks, and just generally celebrating. None of us knew each other, but as soon as we saw each other, hugs and handshakes were exchanged. And we stood around, no one really talking, but everyone basking in the moment.
I turned to Hannah. "You know, in a lot of ways, I'm glad that I'm here rather than anywhere else in the world." "Why?" "Because it makes me happy to know that it's important, even here. Of course it's important in Chicago, but it's also meaningful in Rome, Georgia."
Eventually, we drifted apart from one another and walked back home. I made some food and went to bed, obsessively checking the new Senate breakdown. The diehard Democrat in me was praying for the magical sixty (non-Lieberman sixty being even better).
I know that seems kind of skeleton and not really a big deal, but so many things were said last night that marks this as a turning point. These quotes are from everyone.
-Obama is the first African-American president
-"I never have to live on the street again."
-"For the first time, I feel proud to be an American."
-"This is a monumental occasion. This is huge."
-"I was voting, and someone asked if it was my first time. When I said yes, the woman behind me said that they should film me because this was such an important time and she was so happy that I could participate."
-"I believe in America."
-"It happened. It actually happened."
-"I keep waiting for something to happen and for someone to snatch this away from me."
It strikes me as one of the greatest failings of my educational career that none of my professors cancelled their planned lecture to talk about the election this morning. Instead, it was business as usual. And that simply isn't true--today is not business as usual. Next to 9/11, this is the most important moment of the past decade. And sure, a lot of us saw it coming, but that doesn't make it any less huge.
And I'm tired of staying quiet today just because some people really don't want to hear about it. And there's a guy, I don't know his name, that sits in front of me in World Lit I. He's a religion major at my Southern Baptist school and he may be one of the best Christians I know. "I may not like who got elected President, but we're told to pray for our leaders. And if God is displeased...well, that's what got Nero killed."
So, here we are. And I can't wait to see where we'll go.
Requiem for a Dream Haiku Review
Perfect dimensions,
drug use montages throughout:
intense, but not sad.
I can't believe I waited so long to see this movie. Everything I've heard for years is true: this film is beautiful and well-worth it.
drug use montages throughout:
intense, but not sad.
I can't believe I waited so long to see this movie. Everything I've heard for years is true: this film is beautiful and well-worth it.
This, That, and the Other
I'm the quasi-leader of Shorter's improv troupe, This, That, and the Other. I've been a member for four years now. This year has been amazing, the troupe is really getting all of its shit together. People are making the group a priority, and being in the troupe is like being campus famous: people stop and talk to you, everyone compliments you, and you get screamed at by scary people.
We packed the theatre for our Halloween show. Shut. Up.
Active games (for my personal reference):
Pimping
-Actor's Worst Nightmare
-Director's Choice
-Home Olympics
-Movie Review
Audience Participation
-Audience Helpers
-The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
-Whose Line
Full Group
-Bitch Concerto
-Crazy Dating Game
-Do-Run Song
-Slide Show
-Space Jump
-World's Worst
Guessing
-Complaint Department
-Good Cop/Bad Cop
Word Games
-Entrance/Exit Word
-Quick Change
-If You Know What I Mean
-Questions
Musical
-Film Noir
-Remember That Song
Physical
-Half-life
-John Wilkes Soundbooth
-Sit, Stand, Lie
To Do:
-Dating Game
-First Line/Last Line
-Musical Theatre Scene
-Party Quirks
-Press Conference
-Super-Heroes
-Three Headed Broadway
We packed the theatre for our Halloween show. Shut. Up.
Active games (for my personal reference):
Pimping
-Actor's Worst Nightmare
-Director's Choice
-Home Olympics
-Movie Review
Audience Participation
-Audience Helpers
-The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
-Whose Line
Full Group
-Bitch Concerto
-Crazy Dating Game
-Do-Run Song
-Slide Show
-Space Jump
-World's Worst
Guessing
-Complaint Department
-Good Cop/Bad Cop
Word Games
-Entrance/Exit Word
-Quick Change
-If You Know What I Mean
-Questions
Musical
-Film Noir
-Remember That Song
Physical
-Half-life
-John Wilkes Soundbooth
-Sit, Stand, Lie
To Do:
-Dating Game
-First Line/Last Line
-Musical Theatre Scene
-Party Quirks
-Press Conference
-Super-Heroes
-Three Headed Broadway
Already Ready
I spent most of the afternoon making my scene breakdowns for Thoroughly Modern Millie. I'll be the SM under Mr. Disney. I'm keeping an open mind: I mean, I don't like the show (vapid musical, le gasp), but maybe I'll have a fantastic time. That's my terminal optimism rearing its ugly head. Even though things usually happen on the negative side of the median, I usually believe that they will turn out okay.
Anyway, made new forms and all that jazz, so I feel accomplished.
A few words on Mr. Disney. This is his first year at Shorter and I haven't done a whole lot of research into his past. I hear that he's directed tons and lived in a lot of places. Okay. He's married, but his wife is elsewhere. He has been instrumental in support of student-run groups (like This, That, and the Other and Alpha Psi Omega), but he's unpopular with a lot of students. Why? Because they all happen to be failing his classes.
From what I can gather, about half of his Movement class is failing due to his incredibly rigid attendance policy. Said policy is that if you are three seconds late, you are absent for the entire class. Since almost half the grade for the class (which I managed to find in the nearly twelve page syllabus) is participation and attendance, this can make the quasi-slacker fail. I mean, if that were the attendance policy for my Mythological Structure seminar, I'd have been present exactly three times. However, I understand, that since he is almost entirely teaching freshmen, that he is trying to instill punctuality into them.
But, I don't know if I could pass that class. Because life happens. And how shitty is that?
Anyway, made new forms and all that jazz, so I feel accomplished.
A few words on Mr. Disney. This is his first year at Shorter and I haven't done a whole lot of research into his past. I hear that he's directed tons and lived in a lot of places. Okay. He's married, but his wife is elsewhere. He has been instrumental in support of student-run groups (like This, That, and the Other and Alpha Psi Omega), but he's unpopular with a lot of students. Why? Because they all happen to be failing his classes.
From what I can gather, about half of his Movement class is failing due to his incredibly rigid attendance policy. Said policy is that if you are three seconds late, you are absent for the entire class. Since almost half the grade for the class (which I managed to find in the nearly twelve page syllabus) is participation and attendance, this can make the quasi-slacker fail. I mean, if that were the attendance policy for my Mythological Structure seminar, I'd have been present exactly three times. However, I understand, that since he is almost entirely teaching freshmen, that he is trying to instill punctuality into them.
But, I don't know if I could pass that class. Because life happens. And how shitty is that?
Children of Men: Haiku Review
So, I think I'm going to start reviewing movies and books I read in haiku in form because I'm feeling really f'ing fanciful right now.
Children of Men
Moore and Michael Caine
die. Beautiful no-cut scenes,
dystopian grey.
Oh, on a side note, the extras had a feature that had a bunch of philosophers discussing issues raised by the film like globalization and reality. What blew my mind is that there were so many people willing to identify their career as that of a philosopher. It seems like the latte boy at Starbucks has a bigger impact on modern consciousness than them.
Children of Men
Moore and Michael Caine
die. Beautiful no-cut scenes,
dystopian grey.
Oh, on a side note, the extras had a feature that had a bunch of philosophers discussing issues raised by the film like globalization and reality. What blew my mind is that there were so many people willing to identify their career as that of a philosopher. It seems like the latte boy at Starbucks has a bigger impact on modern consciousness than them.
Running for the Hills
"And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide..."
--"Title and Registration," Death Cab for Cutie
Sometimes, my iTunes knows exactly what I need to listen to. And I'm not even using the Genius program...just the shuffle tends to work out.
I went to a Hallow's Eve party last night. I didn't want to go. I've had a really shitty week, but some friends asked me to go, and I thought maybe I'd be able to have a good time in spite of myself. That didn't happen.
I don't even really know what happened that made it such a horrible time for me. Nothing happened to me. I was fairly tipsy (read: shnookered), but I could have just spent the evening talking to people.
But, I keep seeing people making the same mistakes. And it isn't even one specific person: it's everyone. All the addicts: alcoholics, loveaholics, attention whores, basic whores, druggies, partiers, trannies, bicyclists, burnouts, and baklavarians. My attitude is that people simply don't want help. And that's fine, because I'm tired of trying.
Sirian came and got me last night because I couldn't stay there another moment...I was starting to freak out. My pH is all screwed up and life looks like the television version of itself.
I understand why wise men are often found at the top of mountains--that's exactly the number of people they want to see in a day.
I'm going to go read Beowulf now and...pray...for guidance.
--"Title and Registration," Death Cab for Cutie
Sometimes, my iTunes knows exactly what I need to listen to. And I'm not even using the Genius program...just the shuffle tends to work out.
I went to a Hallow's Eve party last night. I didn't want to go. I've had a really shitty week, but some friends asked me to go, and I thought maybe I'd be able to have a good time in spite of myself. That didn't happen.
I don't even really know what happened that made it such a horrible time for me. Nothing happened to me. I was fairly tipsy (read: shnookered), but I could have just spent the evening talking to people.
But, I keep seeing people making the same mistakes. And it isn't even one specific person: it's everyone. All the addicts: alcoholics, loveaholics, attention whores, basic whores, druggies, partiers, trannies, bicyclists, burnouts, and baklavarians. My attitude is that people simply don't want help. And that's fine, because I'm tired of trying.
Sirian came and got me last night because I couldn't stay there another moment...I was starting to freak out. My pH is all screwed up and life looks like the television version of itself.
I understand why wise men are often found at the top of mountains--that's exactly the number of people they want to see in a day.
I'm going to go read Beowulf now and...pray...for guidance.
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