I apologize that I haven't been around, by RL calls. With the death of my grandmother, family has descended on the house and I have loved the company of each and every one of them. Work started again with longer hours, which thankfully means much MUCH more pay. With my... Read More
She was a concert pianist, an architect, a painter, and a writer. She traveled the whole world twice, spoke seven languages, and celebrated her 50th wedding anniversary a few years ago. Her name was Dulce; I called her Ibu (this apparently stems from the time she lived in Indonesia). She was smart as a whip.
She scared me plenty for awhile; she and... Read More
This has caused a halt in my plans for more epic bouts of creativity.
She was an incredible woman, and she's gone. I didn't get to see her before she went. We weren't as close as we could have been due to religious differences. I always loved and respected her. She amazed me and amazes me still. I miss her already.... Read More
Life is dramatic. Sometimes, necessarily. Other times, it's just obnoxious. I've had some of both.
But, on with the project. I got stalled because I got stuck. I wanted to write something for Greaser but had a brain fart every time I sat down to write.
My friend, I finally have a little something. It needs work. I may even have to write something else.... Read More
This struck me because I tend to smirk often. Sometimes I don't even realize that I'm doing it until someone asks me what I'm thinking about.
I'm truly flattered and humbled to know I've had an impact on you.
The project is still on, it just got DELAYED by some silly drama. Not here drama, RL drama. I'll see if I can force creativity a couple of times before I leave for vacation on Saturday, but it may be difficult because my friends are finally reading my play for me ("David's Gods", not "Something Like Love") on Wednesday night. This means I'll... Read More
Nothing to be sorry about- to come home and find a comment from you makes it very much a better day.
I can quite sympathize with needing information now to prepare that won't be coming for a bit. I am desperately wishing I knew what to be gearing up on that would help me in my own hunt- so many things to choose, and any one could be pointless and any one I don't choose could be critical. It's a bit scary, especially since I don't know how much longer my current employers are going to find it reasonable to keep me there. They're good people, but at some level- business is business, and income is decreasing. I've been training my boss how to do everything I do... and now that that's close to done... it's just an uneasy feeling.
I've also had an uneasy feeling lately about around here. Something's missing. Something that made this place a lot more fun for me. That something may just be inside my head, but then it may not. Still, you are one of the people for whom, even if you just showed up once in a blue moon, it would be worth hanging around.
Thanks for dropping by- I always want to hear your news. And I'm always willing to wait.
The show was quite intense. Working on it stole my mind and my body from me for two weeks. Now it's all over.
It's strange. I've never worked on any single project as long as we were working on this show (close to two years). It's true most work was at the end, which is to be expected, but it was there in our consciousness... Read More
I think your frequent mention of marriage has something to do with your inner June Cleaver fighting to break free. Or maybe I just like the mental image my previous sentence brings about
I will patiently await more creative work from you, though if I don't see myself right away I will cry
I can definitely understand the anger. I'll hope (and think positive thoughts) for something to correct the poor in short order.
Thank you for taking a break from cleaning to share the pictures... it's always a distinct pleasure to see you at work. Hmm, the bit I saw intrigues me... smiling and terrifying? Definitely intrigued.
I love to see you on stage! You really look like you belong there, and I hope you never stop performing in some capacity.
I can't believe they never gave you your first paycheck. Greaser smash!
I'm working this music festival. I'm working box office and acting as a go-fer. It just started. it's called the Ripple Festival, and it's happening in Brooklyn. It was very VERY poorly publicized so no one is coming. The website sucks. Plus, it's too expensive.
This in incredibly unfortunate because the artists are unbe-fuckin'-leivably good. There's 110 artists I've never heard of in a bunch... Read More
