Two months after my truck was burgled next to the Laurelhurst Theater, I have finally received my replacement laptop. I’m re-establishing command central on what turns out to be a slightly better laptop. Finally insurance did some paying out.
It’s the end of an age for me. I was awarded my Masters degree today after my thesis defense. It was funny that it offered few insights for improvisers, but it was the bomb for anthropologists and a few people from other disciplines. I’ve forgotten how much improvisers take what they do and know forContinue reading “Holy Shit! I’m fucking done.”
The ForgeAnd in it’s dreamsIt heard a roarA bellows beckoningThe roar of a forgeAnd when at dawnIt did awakeIt saw the seaThe sea forging stone. Its full of starsLooking upwardSeeing sky awashWith starsAwe and possibilityDancing in the blacknessBetween scattered sparklesThen eyes dropBack to earthA gaze acrossStill watersThere againA depth of starsThe reflection deepensSomething hintsWhat isContinue reading “Old Poetry”
After about 5+ months of writing work, I’m fast approaching a submittable edit of my thesis. If anyone is interested in reading an anthropological study focused on looking at the social effects of long-form improvised theater, shout out. It would be nice to get some feedback from folks. It’s 95 pages long, but it documentsContinue reading “Here comes the thesis.”
I’m frustrated with my thesis proposal. It’s pissing down rain, and I’ve reached this feeling of general malaise. I need a sunny day where I can lay on the grass in a park, listen to the breeze and nap lazily. If anyone can arrange that for me, you’ll be my hero.
Everyone I’ve asked as to what there is to do in Rochester has answered “not much”. OMFG, and I’m thinking about spending 4 months here doing my fieldwork. Although, that part has proved interesting. There’s a dynamic here that is an echo of the friction between CSz and the Brody in the early days. It’sContinue reading “Rochester”
I’m in the midst of a life lesson on suffering and attachments. I like to think of myself as someone who seeks to reduce the suffering in others, but I’m sorely lacking sometimes in dealing with my own suffering. I’m also recognizing that I also act to increase the suffering of others when they threatenContinue reading “Suffering”
I’ll never date someone under 25 again. expatriate was an inconsiderate flake who kept telling me he loved me when he didn’t. On top of it, he asked me to give him a backrub just hours before telling me it was over……Class act. He’ll make a good politician. At least he picked me up fromContinue reading “Single again”
expatriate hasn’t replied to any of the three messages (an email on Monday, a voicemail on Wednesday, and my email inquiring about ‘the cold shoulder’ on Friday). I’m a bit disappointed now. All of my friends even if they’re busy have time enough to reply with “I’m real busy this week. We’re going to haveContinue reading “The Mystery of expatriate (Kento)”
We had the last show of the original cast of funnyBusiness last night. My friend Nate is leaving for Rochester NY in July while I’m gone. I’m a bit sad about it. Nate has been a great friend and confidant to me for over 8 years. We’ve shared a brain and a sense of humorContinue reading “End of an era”