We just started the new quarter just over a week ago. I am finishing up advising the undergraduate play festival, THIRDeYE that I worked on last quarter, but for the most part everything else is new. New classes, new schedule, new ideas and new challenges.
Needless to say, my brain is full. Well, not full, but a mass of material. Do I talk about the homoerotic physical work of Lloyd Newson or the movement we are doing in Fate & Spinoza? Or do I keep things more personal as I contemplate my devised Self Portrait that I must present in CORE next week or the fact that the dude from match.com decided to go snow boarding instead of call me to postpone our first date?
As I sit here smelling the curried vegetables I roast for dinner from the latest veggie box, I relax my lower jaw and raise the tip of my tongue against the back of my upper teeth. And I blow.
That my friends is a TH. If you move the tongue out of the mouth and keep blowing you begin to make more of a fricative sound. To quote the funny looking Carol Channing in the movie, Thoroughly Modern Millie...
RASBERRIES!
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