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Current Music:The Builders And The Butchers
Subject:lets get reacquainted
Time:06:33 pm
Current Mood:jubilant
hello old friend. its been a while.

well im not so sure why i decided to come back...
actually that is a lie.
i have been spending a lot of my time outside class with a very interesting girl who digests philosophy and self-help books like candy and spends a lot of time trying to convince me to do a lot of exercises that she swears will help me rediscover my inner-artist. very lovely girl. i have been very skeptical, but i guess being around her has inspired me a bit (maybe more than a bit) to rediscover personal expression.

i guess writing to an online audience counts.

i am also recovering from a brilliant production of The Merchant of Venice that i saw at the RSC in Stratford last night. all the excitement is making me want to explode with personal expression! the play was very creative. had a Brechtian (is that even a word?) feeling to it... and what can i say I have a soft spot for plays that dont let me have any cathartic moments that let me off the hook... 90% of the other actors from the program HATED the play because the acting wasnt "truthful". i understand where they come from, but i guess i put the actor aside and let the director/dramaturg/playwright watch the play. the director of the production is known for his "none character" approach to theatre. apparently its all in the text. initially i thought "what the hell does “no character” mean?”. after seeing the production i have come to interpret it as "no actors," meaning sans touching/emotional portrayals of characters that make audiences say to themselves "oh what an incredible actor!!" which can lead to the actors’ performances becoming the focus of plays.

his approach brought the focus to the production as a whole (sound, lights, text, visual images...). i dont know much about the director and i dont know if hes a Brecht fan (id be surprised if he wasnt), but the production seemed to successfully follow through with the few Brechtian (again with this word!) concepts that i am familiar with. i was intrigued because i wasnt sure the style would work... (i have never seen a Brecht play... expect a terrible version of The Three Penny Opera) but to my surprise Merchant had an incredibly strong impact on me… stronger than any other play.

i think this is where theatre might be headed, or at least a portion of it. i guess this is the kinda stuff i want to be involved in because it appealed to the audience member within me.

ANYWAY i really dont want to bore anyone with my thoughts on theatre. im starting to grow tired of conversations about "Theatre" (imagine i said that in a very posh english accent... while bowing and gesturing with my hand). i swear there is more to me than theatre, however it is difficult to be anything BUT theatre when you are surrounded by Shakespeare 24/7 and the only people you know in a foreign city are ALL actors. but i have been able to break away a bit. pubs are always nice. and of course window shopping is always fun (look-y but no touch-y... the exchange rate makes me vomit a little in my mouth sometimes). i also love wandering around all the weekend markets.

lately, i have been eating fruit like no one's business. i am having a love affair with the small packets of pre-washed M&S green grapes! its an addiction. i guess it works for me bc i eat like a mouse anyway. dried berries, nuts, and fruit! when did i become a vegan?? im also drinking aloe juice for my digestive system and living off organic food... i feel like a walking add for a health food store haha.

now that i have run out of things to say and im growing somewhat incoherent due to sleep deprivation (not that anything i said was all that interesting anyway...), i shall retire to my chamber.

sleep tight internet community.
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Current Music:daughters -jm
Current Location:home
Subject:yesterday was
Time:09:26 pm
About as good a day as I could ask for. Pomona had a music festival. Shockingly turn-out</i> was high. And though I did not receive the requested slice of pie from the women I call my neighbors, I will not begrudge them.

I find a sort of delicious irony in, if not yielding to a course that I have long fought, than at least going along with it for appearances sake. Much like the unfortunate breaking apart of my original social circle, the unity of a group that I had come to be comfortable with has been sundered in ways that sadden me. This may be part of the greater movement that comes with actually hanging out with my older friends as my younger friends slowly become accustomed to college life and further fragment into smaller groups from high school. The one guy my own age is in Australia; despite the time differences, we talk more than ever. And I know that my work schedule doesn't really help things.

The garage door goes up. I pause my music. These disparate thoughts must hang here - recorded as is. Should I not return to this place, they can stand by themselves, as fitting an image for my weariness at the roles we all play as any.
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Current Music:the shape of things to come - bear mccreary
Current Location:home
Subject:it lives
Time:01:35 pm
Current Mood:[mood icon] happy
They say that you have to spill blood while putting everything together in a computer. Last time, I was the brash and cocky 13 year old. Not only did I cut myself building my old machine, but Thea did too. This time I was determined to go unscathed; not to spit in the old custom's face, but I really like the majority of my veins and arteries. With that being said, while finagling in the innards of my case yesterday, I sliced a nice line through my left middle finger. Any thoughts of it being a shallow wound were soon quelled, but hey - despite the bleeding, or perhaps because of it, I had few further problems.

Everything is running well. It's too early to tell anything, but I feel like the last seven years of my life have been technical purgatory.
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