11/20/10

Last laugh: While lost, we’ll hide
Our lust inside
A long list of missed reasons why’d
Not knock, lest it be tried.

11/19/10

Midnight bacon is an amazing thing; but now for 2 reasons.

“Ok, I followed the instructions, but now my bacon is trapped within the microwave. Am I supposed to remove it? If so, how? Please help.”

“My only criticism is that it's too bad its a late night recipe only, my children have to be in bed early so they won't be ever able to try it. :( Please post one for early morning bacon. Thanks!”

“This recipe looks great! Could you please add the instructions on how to switch the oven on and off.”

“You didn't specify which brand of paper towel”

“Do you have any recipes for cereal? The kind in a box? I really like cereal, but it seems tricky- milk first? cereal? big spoon? little spoon?”

“Sounds yummy, but I'm a vegetarian. Do you have a way to make this without meat?”

“I've just realized I let the bacon overlap a bit on the center of the plate and my microwave has already been going for 2 1/2 minutes”

11/17/10

"You can follow logic or contest it all..."

Accomplish or experience is a dichotomy.

"...The element of progress that you mentioned's gone / And deevolved to something you were headed toward..."

Pyroclasty or spontaneity is a concern.

"...I don't want to regret what I did..."

Not now or special.

"...Like a cast shadow..."

11/16/10

With better tea and just us for aw.

11/15/10

“Too Much Memory” retells Antigone, but it is, as introduced, a metanarrative: a retelling of a translation. And so on the show’s final night, with the troubles of the previous night avenged, with the Bush administration deposed, with combat troops withdrawn, the play feels superfluous. The actors sit watching action as much as the audience they face; the chorus inserts herself among the audience and actors as necessary. The actual plot no longer seems necessary to the mirrored reactions.

11/13/10

<turns arounds, takes a quick look> Oh, All My Children.
“Busted.”
No, I don't watch it, I just know that it's not One Life to Live or General Hospital.
“Digging yourself deeper.”

As the world turns.

Sometimes I can’t stand how slowly the earth turns.
Hold on to the slowness. We will need it soon enough.
True, I suppose. But if it were so held now, then we wouldn’t need to save it for later.
The thing is, we always and only have now.

11/11/10

Imadork but I’m totally taking a 3:14 pie break. (pumpkin)
Totally just made a pie, in the oven presently!
I love how our stomachs are theta-wavy too. (what kind?)
Pumpkin. (what else?)
I nearly got the pecan before I realized, why would I do that.
The first layer of my she is pecan. He it’s good maybe bed it to our .k
haha I understood that.
Good, because t9 did not.

Sometimes I bake scones. I've less time but less stress. Life is good.

11/10/10

“I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad / I got sunshine in a bag…”

Eliminating light everywhere; but I’m okay with that. The crazies come out an hour earlier without daylight savings.

“…The future is coming on…”

11/9/10

“Your dreams never follow the chronology of history…”

Seeking complements and compliments, traversing into surreality, a world of zeitgeist where one would live if it weren’t already home, and by arriving, it becomes foreign to the eye. For ideal is never actual: we know ourselves too little and the rest of the world too well. All that is requested is one night to sleep in your bed; you needn’t to be there. Easy in third person; impossible otherwise.

“…You people are singing to me…”

Would you date yourself?

“…And your song says what it says…”

Would you be your own wingman?

11/8/10

Take a sip and sit back down.

Can we have work outside today?

11/7/10

Yes, but WTF has Biden done so far.

11/6/10

Finally arrived at an Asian market, somewhere along the way having lost anger.

W[]’s moving to another futon, someone here dogsits, and I just bought 1.5L of milk tea.

11/5/10

A wise woman once said, friendships have a lifespan.

No pen for this one. Though I will take my correctional tape now.

11/4/10

“Sockdologized”, sandwiched between 2 otherwise unforgettable acts, is far better than its placement would deserve, with actually fascinating characters, metaplot, hilarious dialogue, and intelligent humor.

How do I have 1 glove and 2 socks in my pocket.

11/3/10

My snooze button is the Purple/423 transfer.

11/2/10

Have you eaten dinner yet?
No, but…
Okay, from your apartment, turn right on N. Broadway Ave. Then go to Aldine…
I’m not at my apartment. I’m at a sketch writing session.
Okay, well, when you’re done, you need to go there, because there’s an amazing pizza I just ate called Homemade Pizza Co., and they have locations in Chicago.
Yeah, they’re a chain, I walk by that place all the time, and there’s another a block away from here, that I was literally at for the first time less than an hour ago.
How was it?
I don’t know. See, I had just come from work and I was looking for a quick slice of pizza before sketch writing, so I was like, hm, let’s try Homemade Pizza, and I bought a small without realizing until after purchasing that their gimmick was that it was uncooked, and I couldn’t walk into someone’s home and ask, hey can, I borrow you oven to make a pizza to not share with you. I have too much food shame.
Well, hold on to and eat it later.
They only had transparent bags, and I didn’t have anything to put it in. But I realized how cold it was outside. So I geocached it a block away, and didn’t tell anyone, intending to retrieve it when I leave- but then you call with street instructions to get Homemade Pizza Co. pizza.

Unspeakably awesome.

11/1/10

“I’m gonna party like a rock star tonight…”

Clothes make the man, overwhelmed in the unnoticed details of quirk and character, across page after page of play. There’s a wizard who knows you, there’s a scroll with the answer, but they are missing. Who all these people are, what they are doing here: none of that matters, so singular the focus as possessions are strewn in location after location, down every alley, within every room, past closed doors, amid every chaos, while that one face seen everywhere and nowhere is sought.

“…Go on / Playing my guitar / Shining like a star…”

If we would but find ourselves, we would recognize where we are.

“…Make you scream my name / Rock the stage / Ain’t no shame in my game…”

I am Waldo.

“…I wanna be a rock star tonight…”

Here I am.

10/31/10

“A Brief History of Helen of Troy” is a retelling of the Trojan War from the point of view of a Hermione figure. Figures representing Zeus, Clytemnestra, Odysseus, Menelaus, and Paris all amalgamate across the delusions of the forgotten daughter, having been mythologically abandoned with an epic to hear that she cannot participate in. But the play’s strength is beyond the script. The props accumulate across the stage, reminders of the evoked pain. The sets and technicals are starkly professional. The actors’ deliveries are as haunted as the audience’s winces.

10/30/10

“The Lady’s Not For Burning” has a comedic and complicated script, featuring a steadily flow of water symbolism and the role-reversal of a woman who maintains her innocence and a man who desires conviction. But appreciating the nuances suffered from (aside from 2 or 3 actors’ notable performances) the acting seeming uneven and probably directorially uninspired. Going into the play with diminished expectations may have helped enjoyment.

10/29/10

“I use urbandictionary for all my spellcheck questions.”

Getting streetwise.