sits in front of the center easel with a bunch of 15' red sticks laid across the top. My character, April, bunches them up and ties them in a bow -- as described by the artist David Cornell, aka Spinoza. Then I turn downstage and give my final monologue about memory and forgiveness.Speaking of forgiveness, I had to "dump" one of my CSA farms yesterday. I decided to go with Nevermore Farm since it's closer to me and they deliver to my house. I think Christine and Randy will jump on the bandwagon on that one. Hopefully there will not be a problem with theft if Deborah leaves them outside my door on days I cannot be home to receive them.
Speaking of theft. Some jerky not only stole MY light off my bike sitting in front of the theatre building, but ALL of the bikes on that rack. Someone suggested that there might just be a kamikaze installation of bike lights. Ah, college campuses and interesting events.
Speaking of interesting events, I performed my self-portrait in our CORE class on Tuesday. Besides using gesture and song, I painted these canvas boards with my hand, foot and face. While the group listened to a Barenaked Ladies sound clip about being jewish, I ran outside in the hallway to clean up and change my clothes -- before I started singing Hard Times. I got quite a few looks from people walking by and Byron from the scene shop actually sang along with me on Hard Times for a line or two. I was super nervous and a tad angry that some from the class dispersed just before I began and I just stood in front of the group in a little yellow skirt and a yellow blouse for WAY too long. I did expect the piece to be funny. But it wasn't. It was well received and it seemed to pose more questions about me than it answered.
Speaking of questions, how the heck did I not realize that I was out of toilet paper?
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