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a grey knive lurking on the corner of the bathroom counter, incongruously balanced on the edge - just about to fall - the light of day leaked into the room like dish detergent being squeezed gently out of a bottle, and over in the corner, rats rustled in a paper bag. he walked into the room to the sound of the ceiling fan slowly misunderstood. his left sneaker squeaked slightly. paper in his pocket crumpled up and a blue crayon behind one ear. a muddy cigarette in one hand and no lighter. his eyes are silently stained-glass windows inside a church with no congregation, waiting for the hollow bellpulls - the doorbell of the Almighty. he takes out a sharpie and marks an x on the wall. moments later a fly buzzes fatly in and lands on the                                             spot, preening and humming to itself. below, at the baseboard, an ant trundles in. he looks at the mirror. he looks away. outside, a bird hits the window, and all things still, in hushed                                          mourning. an ignorant cricket looses a selfish mating call and
2003-09-10, 12:51 p.m.

outsideinside

               scene: acting class.

sound effect: a sharp knock on the door, and the sudden face of matt meeds, technical director: "we're evacuating the building, there's been an ammonia leak." in that tone of voice that's so serious you immediately think it's a practical joke.

so acting class relocates outside, to three locales before a relatively quiet spot outside of corthell hall is chosen. the day is pleasingly neutral - a clear blue sky. green trees and room temperature, even out-of-doors. this day is complementary to the lazy night filled with pinot grigio and apricot juice until roughly two in the morning. and the tones of a new favourite band, girlyman, brought to my attention by corey. in particular, "montpelier" and "say goodbye" - harmonically inclined, good guitar riffs. kinda like the indigo girls, honestly, but for some reason less -- twangy.

a mound of work! still plunging through rehearsals for macbeth, obviously, and slightly over-the-head with other such work, like classes etc. i should really sit down and DO all of this ... at some point ... and now i've auditioned for romeo & juliet at the children's theatre, which, if i get cast, i will get PAID a stipend of $600. this is quite staggering. of course, i'm also proposing my show for SPA in the spring, so there's a lot of turmoil about scheduling. i'm confident that i can handle it. not even in the smallest bit do i feel rundown or depressed: life continues on and goes, actually, quite swimmingly.

a bit of indulgence, but i think we all have to cultivate some vices at some point or another ... even the colours in my life seem to be aligning in a weird way : i wonder how the gray winter, ever neutralising, will make things ... the barrage of less-than-natural light, the slow suffocations .. all of which this summer has lent a strange glow to. or at least, this slow and lazy wandering into the end of summer before it tumbles merrily into fall. sometimes i think the seasons are like aging in reverse, getting smaller and smaller until the snow (like a blizzard of sperm!) tries to impregnate the earth and make it birth again? i don't know. some mixed metaphor like that.

go check out transitive if you haven't already. i'm so very proud of it.

that's all for now. GO OUTSIDE.

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