Archive for March 11th, 2004
I’ve just received word that BT will have an article he’s written about immortality published in an upcoming issue of The Humanist! He rocks. He rocks. Yes, he rocks! Happy days BT! Booyah!
Once the article is available I’ll post a link.
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Looks like enslaving people was, in fact, a way of life in many cultures at the same time in recorded history. I wonder why that was the case. Economical reasons? Racial reasons? Desire for power? Whatever the case the reason wasn’t limited to certain locations in the world, it aparantly happened all over. NOTE - As the article goes on to say this isn’t the best way to figure out the numbers, it is the only way with the records available at the present time.
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For those of you/us out there that have the need for speed every now and then. There is a way to save your wallets and your insurance from emptying and increasing respectively. Give this article a read. Verrrrrry useful information for we common folk ‘beneath the law’. Smile, we’ve got power. = )
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This is all I knew about The Pagans before I arrived at the theater last night.
County Clare, Ireland. The Riordan familyÃs elder son retus home with his sexy American wife and throws the household into turmoil.
I leaed much more about the Riordan’s and their friends. I really don’t think I care to know any more.
Filled with entrances, so perfectly timed, that allowed nearly every character the oportunity to weasel out of a personal break through. For example:
Man - I need to tell you what happened to her.
Woman - Please. I haven’t been able to figure it out at all.
Man - Well, when she was 13 someone…
(Brother enters from kitchen)
Brother - Hey you two.
This happened at least 10 times during the play. This happened during the 2+ hour performance and it drove me nuts. Life does not happen like this. People are not walking through our conversations so often that we can’t finish a sentence.
Not one person knocks in Ireland aparantly too. Everyone just walks into everyone’s houses and just goes about their day. Guess their like the Canadians Michael Moore met during the filming of Bowling for Columbine. I guess I’m jealous or just more considerate since it is THEIR house and not mine.
With these complaints about the play noted, and mind you they are not all the complaints I had the length, structure, and dialog require heavy editting, I did enjoy some of the performances. Mararet (the mother) was absolutely wonderful. I felt for her during her times of… well she was pretty much stepped on the entire play by everyone else except the American. Her reaction to a pair of sunglasses pushed me to tears. She really was delightful.
Another impressive character was Bobby (a family friend). His wit was unintentional yet warmly inviting. He seemed as though he could be broken in two by a gust of wind, but he was someone you’d want in your life. Honest, caring, and funny.
The scene that took me by surprise involved a game of prayers. The entire family pitted against their aunt - a know it all when it comes to Jesus. Why was this refreshing? After seeing at least an hour and a half of the family bickering at each other and ready to rip out as many organs as possible we got to see one element that held them all together. It was a wonderfully played out scene.
Am I glad I saw the show? Of course. I walked away from it having more experience and a clearer sense of what I like in theater. Was the price right? Quite so, all I had to pay for was the trip to the theater - $14.
4 of 10
This past weekend (03/06-03/08) I had a wonderful weekend in Phl with me roomie and Sha-none. Phl was wow. Disney… Yes, Disney’s Magic penetrated me. While walking through Epcot I was captivated by the joy and wowness that is Disney. Mind you, I have become very disinterested in most anything Disney movie related over the past decade. Few films created and released by Disney held my interest. The format movie turned me off. But this… this feeling that overcame me was beautiful. I was teary eyed walking through the park. Yup, caught me off guard and I allowed it to seep in. It felt wonderful. Honestly, I want more. Heh. I’m lucky enough to know I’ll be able to too - in about 10 days. Hello Mickey. Hey Goofy, my mudda says hey hey hey! Jack Skelington… You rock! I’m so excited. Whoda thunk it.
On another note. I saw someone I haven’t seen in about a year. Someone that got lost along the way. Happily she’s found a path that suits her and she’s persuing it with the utmost desire. It was such a wonderful thing to see. Me roomie and I agreed that someone we knew was back in her prior form. Happy, energetic, selfless, etc… It’s amazing what time alone does to oneself. It’s hard to see such happiness and not be able to go through it with her, but it’s all the better to be able to know that she IS happy.
We did have a long talk or two about many things and opened a few doors that we’d knocked on before. Before I think we were hoping to have an understanding or an answer behind the door, but instead walked away and didn’t return to learn anything. Instead this time we didn’t hold back on any punches… And it was good. Are things fixed and mended and back to the way they were before? No. But we had a great weekend and are looking forward to having some more time to be able to spend together. This makes me smile.
All the while I do have fear of certain things happening again. Distance can play havoc on people’s emotions and their state of mind. I’m cautious of seeing the same things that have happened over the past year somehow repeating. Also I don’t know when, after this next trip, we’ll see each other again because of our lives. Yup, yup, yup. Rille just said to me on the phone something to the effect of ‘they (emotions) makes life worth living’. She’s a smart one she is. Whether they’re good or bad, it does make life worth living.
All in all, I’m looking forward to tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to the day after. Yes. I need to get myself back on the happy path myself. It’s great to see happiness, but having happiness… That’s what matters. I’d like to thank a few people that helped me to realize this since I returned from Phl: Avenga, Emma, & Mudda. Three very important people in my life that I would be saddened to lose. This of course is not to say that nobody else helped me, they just happened to have been open to listening to me rant and ramble on over many an issue. Thank you all three of you. = ) Now? Now I go to find the sleep world. Oyasumi.
03-11-2004 12:37 am