Still Swimming...

It's already 6:38 -- where the heck did the day go? I meant to get a bunch of reading done and a rehearsal in for my self portrait, but I didn't get out of bed until 11AM. Well, I got up at 8 to feed the cats, and again at 9AM to make eggs with hummus and pita, but I was in bed watching Hotel Rwanda (with some of the special features) until just about 11AM.

Gosh, what an amazing film. And so frightening that this kind of atrocity happens even today. Hotel Rwanda was on my Netflix queue. The disk sat on the floor of my bedroom for almost 2 weeks. I don't even remember what comes next. I have a feeling that I will let that subscription go, just as I did my jdate plan today.

Classes are going well. We just completed week 2 (of 10) and I don't really have a routine. On our walk to the MU to do our Invisible Theatre piece at the COHO Bakery last Wednesday, Sara mentioned the same thing. Now that THIRDeYE is opened I hope to settle into a regular schedule.

I invited Christine and Tony over for dinner and they joined me for the opening of THIRDeYE on Friday. I cooked a lovely dinner of curried lentil soup with fresh citrus, red leaf & romaine with avocado and mandarins and the main course was lamb with sushi rice and sauteed garlic broccoli. Tony picked up my CSA box and then lettuces and broccoli were used immediately. After 2 bottles of wine and lemon drops (made with fresh Meyer lemons) we stumbled to The Wyatt for the show.

I am not sure what I was thinking. I made a comment that I could not be intoxicated for the show, but who did I mention that to?...my intoxicated friends. I may be paranoid, but I am pretty sure that many people knew that we were more than tipsy for the performance. In fact, I don't remember all of the show. Um, that's bad.

I'll probably head back next Saturday, so I can see the growth in the performances and well, really SEE the plays. I saw Jade today on campus and she was quiet. She was either engrossed in a project or giving me the cold shoulder. That's when the paranoia popped back up again.

We ran out of time in Voice on Thursday, so I will present TH on Tuesday. As I roast some yummy potatoes and onions and saute the beet greens with the remainder of the broccoli, I read Chapter 2 of Augusto Boal by Frances Babbage -- and sip some tea. No wine tonight.

My Brain is Swimming

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!

Shhhhhhh

I am in the library reading one of the THIRDeYE plays and doing research for my vocal pedagogy presentation. I smuggled in my coffee and a pizza bagel.

Mum's the word.