terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2002-03-22 11:39 am
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It was 28 degrees (Fahrenheit) when I left the house this morning. 28 degrees! In the same week that:

  • I got a sunburn on my scalp when I forgot to wear a hat
  • It reached 84 on Sunday
  • I turned off the heat in my house
  • The dusty, musty aroma of pollen from the Bradford pear trees became pervasive

Is this reversal Old Man Winter's last gasp? Something to remember him by until next November? I'd like to think so, but I also recall the Blizzard of '93 happened in March. Of course I was living in Honolulu that year, but I heard about it secondhand. I don't want that to happen again. I want winter to be over!

My years in Hawaii made me less tolerant of winter than I already was. I think most people take a Calvinist view of the cold seasons: they believe it's a price we have to pay for spring and summer. A balancing of the equation.

But in Hawaii that equation doesn't apply. The coldest month is December, where at night it can get as low as 55 degrees.

So I know the awful secret: winter isn't necessary! And I resent it bitterly.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2002-03-19 12:17 pm
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XPT Blues

A few weeks back magdalene1 asked me to tell her what XPT is. I'll tell all of you.

Each year at the Center for Puppetry Arts they issue a call for proposals for short (10-12 minutes) puppet plays. The proposals come in, they pick the five they like best (not necessarily the best or most interesting ones; the criteria are as arcane as those for the fabled MacArthur "genius" grants) and tell the proposers that they're in.

These five project directors then submit a budget for the materials they'll need, and they get a grant not to exceed $400. Then, over the next month or two, they build their puppets and sets, bring in any actors or puppeteers they might need, rehearse, do tech, and then the shows are presented nightly for four evenings.

The shows tend to be pretty edgy, not for kids, and are explicitly, by definition, unfinished works-in-progress. Hence the name: Xperimental Puppetry Theater. Every audience member is given a comment sheet and there's a Q&A session with the five directors after each night.

I was in XPT several years ago, with a play about a paraplegic computer programmer who's bitten by a werewolf and then changes into a fully-abled werewolf himself each full moon.

I submitted another proposal last month, and this morning I called home to check my messages. I had one from this year's producer, Lorna, who said she wants to bring me in for an interview on Friday but "we're probably going to accept your piece."

Great, you're all thinking. Why the "Blues" in the title?

Because this is the absolute worst possible time this could be happening. I mean, I can't decline, obviously; I must not refuse any opportunity to flex my creative muscles, to massage my bone of imagination. But at this same time I'm:

  1. Getting over a breakup
  2. Losing my job
  3. Trying, not just to find a new job, but to make a career change
  4. Training for a marathon
  5. Unraveling all my faults in therapy

It's too much. Resources are at maximum. Terracinque is not responding; please wait while system restarts.

I've already decided something's got to give, so I'm unloading the marathon. Will it be enough? We'll see. Watch this space.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2002-03-18 04:00 pm
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Patting Myself On the Back

I'd like it noted for the record that in my previous entry I spelled "Khyrgyzstan" correctly without looking it up first.

Speaking of touching oneself, this morning I went to the men's room and sat down in a stall to do what one does in such places.

There was a man in the next stall over, and it was plain to me from what I was hearing (and not hearing) that he was using the stall for a purpose beyond its design.

I guess when you've got an urge you should satisfy it, but it boggles my mind that he would do that while there are other people in the room. Right next to him, in fact. Didn't he know? Did he even care? I was so embarrassed (for both of us) and uncomfortable that I began to hum loudly to cover the sounds he was making, and to stare ever more intently at my magazine. Mister, I come in here for a few minutes of peace and quiet, and you've utterly disrupted it. If it happens again I'm going to throw a roll of toilet paper over the wall.

I think it was "Camptown Races" that I hummed.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2002-02-21 09:19 am
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Small Tests (testicles?)

A poll in [livejournal.com profile] magdalene1's entry yesterday asked what we'd do if we found a wallet with $1000 in it. I've never been tested that way, but thinking about it reminded me of something that happened to me last year.

I found a book I wanted through Bookfinder (or ABEBooks, I don't recall which). It was at a used bookstore in Maryland. I contacted the bookseller through email, came to an agreement, and then I sent them a check.

A few days later the book arrived in the mail. I put it in my bookcase (it was a hardcover I'd bought to replace the softcover edition) and thought no more of it.

But then a few days later I got a letter postmarked in Maryland. There was no return address. Inside I found my check for the book (my address is pre-printed on the checks, of course) and an anonymous note saying that (whomever) had found the check lying on the street in Baltimore. It also said "God bless."

The only thing I can guess about this is that the bookseller lost my check...maybe the wind took it...on the way to the bank to deposit it, and this good Samaritan found it. You'd think the retailer would put all their money and checks in a big secure pouch or box before walking to the bank with them, but apparently not.

I have this image in my head of the bookseller, a big fistful of cash and checks in his hand, fearfully dashing through the streets of Baltimore hoping not to stumble or get mugged.

Anyway, I mailed the check back to them with a note explaining what had happened and admonishing them, "don't lose this again."

Just tearing up the check and thus getting the book for free, never crossed my mind.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2002-02-17 02:43 pm
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Profession: Network Engineer and frustrated writer/artist/director.

Height: Five feet seven.

Distinguishing marks: a tattoo on my right shoulder blade; a scar on the back of my head and a birthmark on my left thigh.

Allergies: penicillin.

A smell that makes you pause: swamp.

A taste that makes you melt: watermelon.

A hobby that occupies your time: hashing.

A city you'd like to visit: Rio de Janeiro.

A country you'd like to explore: Peru.

Your favorite meal: burritos.

A drink you order most often: water.

A delicious dessert: cheesecake.

A book you highly recommend: The Endurance.

The music you prefer while alone: swing.

A film you could watch over and over: Casablanca.

Your favorite time of the day: mornings just after waking up, when the day can still take any course.

Your favorite place to sit at home: in bed, with a cat next to me.

Your stuff:

You live in a(n): old bungalow.

Your transportation: 1996 Geo Tracker, 2002 Esarati electric motorcycle.

You approx. annual income: $52,000

When you sleep, you wear: a t-shirt and jockey shorts. Sometimes nothing, but usually I can't abide the free-ballin'.

Things you like to buy: love.

If you could afford it at this moment, you would buy: a clue.

You collect: comic books, glass scientific vessels, books, books, books.

Your strangest possession: a globe of Mars. No? Then how about my straitjacket?

Your most expensive possession: my house.

Your Morals

What would your reaction be if your spouse or partner cheated on you: More desperate sadness and confusion than anger.

Your religion and views of the world

Do you believe in God?: no.

What religion were you raised with: Disciples of Christ (basically liberal Baptists).

Death is: oblivion.

How you picture the end of the world: cold and barren. But humans will have moved on to other worlds by then.

Does life exist on other planets?: Almost certainly.

Have they made contact with us: Almost certainly not.

Do you believe we come from Adam and Eve: no.

Do you believe in astrology: no.

Do you read your horoscope: no.

Have you ever been treated by a psychotherapist: Yes.

If reincarnation does exist, you'd like to come back as: a girl.

Your opinions

The right to have an abortion: Yes.

The right to own guns: no.

The death penalty: opposed.

Legalization of drugs: marijuana and LSD. Not cocaine or heroin.

Equal rights for homosexuals: Yes.

The practice of premarital sex: I'll consider all reasonable offers.

The minimum punishment for those who molest children: don't punish, treat; anyone that sick in mind needs help.

The minimum punishment for those who rape: longer than Mke Tyson got, for sure.

You would fight in a war if: the opportunity had come up (I'm a veteran).

The environmental issue that concerns you most: Deforestation and habitat encroachment.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2001-11-15 09:24 am
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I've decided that crackers are not food. A Triscuit, a Ritz, a Wheat Thin: none of these are food.

Rather, they are systems: systems for delivering dip into one's mouth.

Who among us has ever been to a party and thought, "I'd really enjoy a Cheese Nip right now?" None of us, that's who!

Instead it's cheese dip we want. Or a cheese cube. Or French onion dip, or salsa, or guacamole, or hummus. The cracker is just the delivery method. The system, in other words.

Drat. I just realized I don't have any systems at home.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2001-10-24 01:44 pm
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I got two DVDs yesterday: the movie Pi and the collected "Incredible Adventures of Wallace and Gromit. This brings me up to, uh lessee:

American Movie
Creature Comforts
Five Easy Pieces
Front Page, The
Incredible Adventures of Wallace and Gromit
Irma Vep
MST3K: The Beginning of the End
MST3K: Eegah
MST3K: The Brain That Wouldn't Die
MST3K: Wild Wild World of Batwoman
Wayne's World

...and the first season of Buffy will be on its way as soon as it's released in January.

Why am I collecting these things? I don't think I'll be watching them over and over, any more than I read books over and over.

I tell people (well, if they asked) it's so my kids can discover and watch them while they're growing up. Yes, even Excalibur, Irma Vep and the other clearly adult titles; I don't see the point of censorship in any form, really.

That would be a good reason, except for the thought, deeply-held if also deeply-buried, that in all likelihood I'll never have kids, because I'll never find a mother for them.

A downer, I know, but just to show how my head works, it's something I think about every single time I order another DVD.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2001-10-22 11:58 am
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Nobody knows how to give a good compliment anymore. "You're a nice person" or "You're smart" or "You're funny" are nice to hear, I suppose, but how much thought went into them? We're all unique individuals, so we deserve unique strokes, I'm thinking.

I bring this up because I received the most amazing compliment just a week or so ago.

My friend Pam and I went out to eat up in Buckhead. We ate, talked about movies, hashing, the places we've lived. She gave me some advice about women and I helped her with a situation with a guy.

The next day she sent me an email which included the following line:

"It's very easy to spend time with you, Glenn."

Such a simple statement, yet so warm and flattering, and it practically glows with sincerity. I'm still giddy.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2001-10-15 01:22 pm
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Li'l Buddy!

In a spectacular waste of time, even for me, last night I tuned in to Surviving Gilligan's Island, which turned out to be a "Behind the Music"-type of show about the series, with more emphasis on the warm and fuzzy than on drug habits and divorces.

It was partly a documentary hosted by Dawn Wells (who still looks like a million bucks, no matter how old she must be by now), Bob Denver and Russell Johnson (who, put together, look like maybe a hundred bucks and some change (and when I say "some change" I don't even mean Sackies or State quarters), but also had actors playing the cast and Sherwood Schwartz in flashback scenes.

It was predictably lame, but also informative in places. Among the things I learned were:

1. Racquel Welch auditioned for the show: to play Mary Ann, not Ginger.

2. Carroll O'Connor auditioned for Skipper.

3. Dabney Coleman auditioned to be the Professor.

4. Charles Manson, who didn't really audition to be in the Monkees despite urban legend, also didn't audition to play Gilligan.

And another thing I'd already heard was verified: that Tina Louise was a raging bitch and preening prima donna. But that's fine, because most guys prefer Mary Ann anyway.

The Ginger/Mary Ann question was always a false dichotomy. Did you know Dawn Wells was a Miss Nevada in the early 60s? So, just because she wore a gingham dress and cutoffs as Mary Ann, it doesn't mean Mary Ann wouldn't look every bit as hot as Ginger in an evening dress. Pick Ginger and all you get is a sophisticated confection; pick Mary Ann and you get it all.

Not, of course, to take anything away from Mrs. Howell. I don't doubt she could give Thurston the Stanky like nobody's business, and that there was a nightly freakfest in their hut.
terracinque: (bridesmaid revisited)
2001-10-09 01:02 pm
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Speaking of being lied to...

I retrieved an email this morning from an ex-girlfriend. Not just any ex-girlfriend, either: this is the one who betrayed me in ways I'm still trying to understand. The one who's responsible for all the reluctance to trust or to commit with every woman I've dated since then.

She tells me she "owes me an explanation" for her behavior, and that she's "remorseful." Great, if true, but at the moment I don't believe her. She always had an ulterior motive. Everything she ever did for or to me was a manipulation or exploitation of some kind. She was never honest about anything.

Or, if she's sincere this time, I'm thinking it's got something to do with the WTC/Pentagon attacks. They've made many people sentimental, some to the point that they're reaching out to past emotional ties, especially veterans.

Or maybe it's because she's pushing forty. She's probably gone through several other men in the past five years, her clock's winding down and now she's trying to rebuild bridges.

In any case, I'm not sure what I should do. I know what I will do, which is write back and ask for that "explanation," because my curiosity is piqued. But I don't really want to hear from her again and have all those old feelings stirred up again.

In the end I'm sure this is all just one more manipulation.