“There's more to life than just books, you know. But not much more...” - The Smiths
Thursday, February 12, 2009
[assorted interpretive gestures]
This cold was unfun. I've spent the last three days propped on the couch re-reading Into the Wild and Into Thin Air, watching whatever happens to be on TV (including the weird, existential dramas filmed in Montreal during the '60s that the Silver Screen channel runs in the wee hours), and eating next to nothing because I can't taste anything. But I must be recovering now, 'cause I'm feeling incredibly housebound and am even kind of disappointed that I missed out on the big mime controversy that erupted earlier this week. The short version is, a mime wanted to enter his anti-war show in this year's regional one-act competition, but the script he submitted didn't have any dialogue (duh). Since the plays are supposed to be judged on the interpretation of their scripts, there was uncertainty as to whether the mime could compete or not. After a lot of wrangling, it was decided he could perform but not compete. So we still have to watch the mime. Damn.
I live in the land of Estoty with my sweetie, Richard, and our cat. I'm one of those mature (thirtysomething) students you see in the halls, the ones who make you think, "Well good for her, she hasn't given up on life yet, although she probably should."
My goal: to become a lawyer
"All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." - Albert Einstein