Thought while watching the Tempest on Netflix:

If there is the NFL

and NBA

and NASCAR

and Target

and Quiznos,

why isn't there a national for-profit league of theaters who produce their own pieces and have a season of going to each others houses putting up double bills or weekend two-fer one specials ending in a season playoff where audience members choose their favorite pieces? Once chosen, there could be a week long post-season festival of best-ofs and experimentals concluding with an all-star gala production featuring the most able people in the various capacities chosen from all of the league's member houses.

Or has that been done already?

Yessaday's checklist

Decide to go into the city and try to get into EPA at, like, 3p?

check.

Get rekkanized by chile from weekend callback that went un-fortunately?

check.

Make strong choices and carry them out, have work referred to as "strong", get auditor to consider casting decision they didn't expect to?

check.

Follow 'locked woman-carrying-future-on-her-right-hip with bounteous "base of operations" demurely wrapped in full-length brown/yellow/orange print for half block just 'cuz they was looking all "Queen Walking with Princess, NYC c. 2010" and I SO dug what was I was seeing?

check.

Walk all the way from 46th to South Ferry with minimal stops like it wudn't nothin?

check.

Get home and sleep half-way normal-like?

check. (more/less)

Ass.

jack = male
jenny = female


ergo...

jackass

and, I guess, jennyass?

yes. jennyass is the new jawn.

First time experiences

by Jayson Reliford

dream....escape!

I went for a drive yesterday, part of it was in the LI village of Brightwater....well-to-do type place with its own inlet from the sound for the docking of boats and such.


I just realized that I had a today about having to escape a similar neighborhood. I was actually in people's houses, though. I'd parked my car (my maroon '99 Galant) in this place I was, apparently, not supposed to be. I was trying to work my way back to it without getting caught.

I keep having dreams about having to escape some place.

Upset with self for

Failing to fully seize moment at audition.

(Sigh)

<rust>

Good news/bad news

Driving a manual has proven as much - well, more, really satisfying than I anticipated. You know how you just really want to do something? When it goes well, it's quite gratifying. When it doesn't go well, you say, "ok, I need to concentrate". The less I blame the car and the less I fight the car (ohhh...THAT'S what synchros are for*).

/

The urge to go driving tends to burn gasoline (+money) and conflict with my crunchy/miser/conservo-nerd image.


*see, when you try to shift and the transmission doesn't seem to want to go into the gear you've chosen despite the clutch being fully out, that's the synchros saying "er...engine speed and your current choice of gear are not as compatible as you seem to believe. Try again. Think 'higher'".

blakSkwerl says

free all the innocent skWerlz and political prisoners.

Why, yes.

Yes, I did have a dream I was filling in for Pres. O. in the O office last night.

Now experienced in breaking women's AND men's hearts!


I've gotten some little things, but I'd just love to know what I'm supposed to learn from this...

Artist =

"one who expresses."

professional artist = "one loans their ability to express to those are not so able/inclined"

SEB, 4.5 yrs later, first day of school.

be strong. but never be too strong to be honest.

welcome to the world, Lil' Big Bruh.

be great.


love,
unKle

Concourse Village, Bronx. USA

Underground parking area?

Looked un-used, built-over and avoided.

(sigh)

sun,

unions are usury,