I'd Like To Try To Be . . .

As of midnight last night, the world changed, again. (It seemed that no one had a good day, yesterday).

A lot of things came to an end. A lot of good things came crashing down. A lot of explosive relationships finally exploded. (Inevitable?)

The giving was asked too much of the needy and taking. The quiet finally spoke up to the loud. The changeable finally broke free of those who strive forever to hold on. (For the better?)

. . . and there are changes. Maybe we've found some strength we didn't know we had, and were forced to take it. Maybe we found out a little bit of truth about ourselves (will we hold onto it?). Maybe we just feel sweet relief.

. . . but it is not the end. It is never the end, not with these tiny lives which we leave. We cannot escape anything, here. For the world never fully ends; I've seen it end twice this month, seamlessly and fluidly flowing into its newness. The seeds of civility, from which will spring the new world, are already planted for some.

Will this time be different? Does this even change anything? Have we merely pronounced what was there all along, and after pronouncing it, slid slowly back into the old?

Here's to hoping new worlds are better worlds.

I'd Like To Try To Be . . .

As of midnight last night, the world changed, again. (It seemed that no one had a good day, yesterday).

A lot of things came to an end. A lot of good things came crashing down. A lot of explosive relationships finally exploded. (Inevitable?)

The giving was asked too much of the needy and taking. The quiet finally spoke up to the loud. The changeable finally broke free of those who strive forever to hold on. (For the better?)

. . . and there are changes. Maybe we've found some strength we didn't know we had, and were forced to take it. Maybe we found out a little bit of truth about ourselves (will we hold onto it?). Maybe we just feel sweet relief.

. . . but it is not the end. It is never the end, not with these tiny lives which we leave. We cannot escape anything, here. For the world never fully ends; I've seen it end twice this month, seamlessly and fluidly flowing into its newness. The seeds of civility, from which will spring the new world, are already planted for some.

Will this time be different? Does this even change anything? Have we merely pronounced what was there all along, and after pronouncing it, slid slowly back into the old?

Here's to hoping new worlds are better worlds.

Improv Show

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I Have 100 Friends At WashU (according to Facebook). Woot? I know I have more; they're just not on Facebook.

I dressed up as Hermione, today, and then as a witch (not Elphaba, as I didn't bother with the green paint, of course, lol . . . ) for the Improv show. I need to post pictures of that-- awesome. (I then even modeled for Michellanne-- for her Eurydice/Orpheus epic, for an art class, in my Juliet dress and universally versatile black cloak, lol . . . I think I might use one for my Facebook picture, someday, maybe, lol . . . ).

Improv was the weirdest show, ever, but it actually worked pretty well. it was weird, too, since I brought the entire audience, save two people who didn't even stay the whole time :-P

Show #1: A psychology department does experiments on its undergraduates, usually involving them removing articles of clothing and falling in love with ants. People fall in love with each other because of their cleanliness, or lack thereof. A banned (not "band"!) competition involves fucking pigs-- yet, after all, some are more equal than others. Cute, adorable mice are not qualified, no matter for how long or with what devotion one practices. Some pigs are spies. Everyone wants to be part of a cannibalistic community with a delicious underclass. Destroying the world is always an option.

Show #2: The basic theme was that love is expressed in traditionally painful and cruel ways. Danny wishes his father, Rick, would have beaten him as a child, and feels no devotion for him because of this. Danny and his wife, Ellen (Zach), have a loving and therefore abusive relationship. Amy, Ellen's mother, wishes Ellen would have grandbabies, and suspects she hasn't yet because she never had the proper "talk," and only learned everything from MTV. Amy and her husband Nick engage in kinky, loving sexual rituals out of a series of pamphlets, usually getting going because of Oxygen or Lifetime channel. Nick scolds his daughter Melissa about her relationship with Ryan Pink-Pantied-Pansy-I-Don't-Hit-My-Girlfriend, because she hasn't succeeded in getting him to hit her, yet. Melissa meets her distant relative Rick, and they begin a mission to abolish abuse in the world.

Improv Show

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I Have 100 Friends At WashU (according to Facebook). Woot? I know I have more; they're just not on Facebook.

I dressed up as Hermione, today, and then as a witch (not Elphaba, as I didn't bother with the green paint, of course, lol . . . ) for the Improv show. I need to post pictures of that-- awesome. (I then even modeled for Michellanne-- for her Eurydice/Orpheus epic, for an art class, in my Juliet dress and universally versatile black cloak, lol . . . I think I might use one for my Facebook picture, someday, maybe, lol . . . ).

Improv was the weirdest show, ever, but it actually worked pretty well. it was weird, too, since I brought the entire audience, save two people who didn't even stay the whole time :-P

Show #1: A psychology department does experiments on its undergraduates, usually involving them removing articles of clothing and falling in love with ants. People fall in love with each other because of their cleanliness, or lack thereof. A banned (not "band"!) competition involves fucking pigs-- yet, after all, some are more equal than others. Cute, adorable mice are not qualified, no matter for how long or with what devotion one practices. Some pigs are spies. Everyone wants to be part of a cannibalistic community with a delicious underclass. Destroying the world is always an option.

Show #2: The basic theme was that love is expressed in traditionally painful and cruel ways. Danny wishes his father, Rick, would have beaten him as a child, and feels no devotion for him because of this. Danny and his wife, Ellen (Zach), have a loving and therefore abusive relationship. Amy, Ellen's mother, wishes Ellen would have grandbabies, and suspects she hasn't yet because she never had the proper "talk," and only learned everything from MTV. Amy and her husband Nick engage in kinky, loving sexual rituals out of a series of pamphlets, usually getting going because of Oxygen or Lifetime channel. Nick scolds his daughter Melissa about her relationship with Ryan Pink-Pantied-Pansy-I-Don't-Hit-My-Girlfriend, because she hasn't succeeded in getting him to hit her, yet. Melissa meets her distant relative Rick, and they begin a mission to abolish abuse in the world.