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Its been 4 days of intense stage combatand I feel like Ive been here for several weeks.

Yesterday was painful. Very painful. The instructor said that was the day that would be painful. The whole class moved like the geriatric. But weve sort of eclipsed that. Our muscles are starting to catch up, our bodies a little more flexible.

But I have another pain. Three...
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Im very tiredso heres some fragmented recollections

Drove to Kentucky over the weekend to see my teacher and one of my writing mentors, Nancy Perkins, get married. The drive was long and, at 3am, a very cute girl at the Super 8 Hotel desk complemented my fedora. Ah road crushesso ethereal.

At the wedding I saw some fellow writing students and former teachers. Many people...
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Fundamentalism n. The deep and horrible fear that somewhere, someone is having fun.

So I am indeed heading to Eureka on Monday, to begin stage combat training. Its pretty intense, 8 to 5 every day for three weeks (sans weekends). Ill be all set for Pirates of the Caribbean III

Ill be living in my old dorm buildinglike old times.

Also, today, I got back in touch with Daina,
the surrealist artist in Chicago who said that shed...
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Im back in Northern IL!!!

There are trees here. Chicagos close enough that I think I might be able to smell it.

Ahbut it looks like, unexpectedly, I will be heading back to Central Illinois come Monday. A few friends (and my brother) signed up for a three week stage combat class at my former undergrad school, Eureka College, with some expert trainer that they...
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Havent had time to fool around with that seductive harlot, the internet, in quite some time. A busy weekthere is too muchlet me sum up

-The weekend before last I reached a higher peak of drunkenness then ever I climbed. Its a dizzying view from that height. Sorry TorrieI didnt mean to drink your whole bottle of expensive liqueur. In my mind, at the time,...
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I find happiness in voodoo doll smiles.

Sometimes, when I'm blue, I look back at characters I've written. The good ones, learn to live on their own, without me. They breath and grow and sometimes, you get that strange satisfaction of realizing the character you created is wiser than you.

A year ago, I wrote a series of three monologues for an actress friend of...
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so I broke up with a city on my birthday

Thanks to all for the happy birthday wishes.

Yesterday was a quite sort of birthday as people were either far away from Springfield (where I go to schoolthough Im coming back home to the Chicago burbs in the next week or so) or sickthough I plan on doing a bit of belated celebration (after alldoing...
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It's my birthday today. I accept massages.

When I was a boy, I had a waterbed and no space under the bed meant no monsters under the bed. My writing teacher is convinced that is why I write the things I writeto make up for lost time.

I've never liked umbrellas. Theyre bulky, cumbersome, and keep the rain from hitting my face.

Today I met with my advisor to discuss my thesis project for my Creative Writing Masters. Its a sort of modern, dark, epic poem (told in alternating prose and narrative poetry) about a voodoo priestess and a fallen angel - called SOULS UNSURE. Ill finish writing it this summer and turn it in during the Fall and have my public reading in December.

The...
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