So this mimetic-desire theory class. Forget what Aristotle taught you, what Plato plugged you with, for this transcends realms of art and life and what we pretend lies outside those two things. It's as old as you want it to be. (The name to know's Girard, Rene Girard of the French persuasion ( Read more... )

From the lab assistant chair in Wiegand, at the specific angle I'm reclining, I can see a tiny amber light in the gap between plastic and plastic, blinking behind the CD tray of a computer ten feet away. If I nod my head forward or backward, the light winks out, but at this, the ideal set of all conditions of time, space, wingspan, jettisoned packs ( Read more... )

Not gonna lie. It's hard not to be cast. In fact, as the song goes, it's cold as hell ( Read more... )

The List hits the cork board today, or the second half, the worse half, I guess. The females know their roles, and the two male lead contenders will belt it out this afternoon. I will not be there, so it goes. But in theory, dinnertime says the names, after the opening of the 'Cock and the first meal in another place.

Translation: A weird ( Read more... )

I've just started my first shift of the semester, and I'm so hungry.

I could just skip lunch, finish the shift at one, go to class and work and dance and auditions, in that order, sans meal. I'd probably pass out. There's a chance I could grab something at the house on the way to work, sustenance crammed in the space of fifteen minutes (i.e., canned ( Read more... )

They're soon, coming like George Washington. Let the zombie wars in the stomach commence for this, my last college theatre audition ( Read more... )

I'm a stranger in a strange land of camel-colored Ugg boots and sizzle scarves. I feel cold and hard, a walking block of ice in my hoody and jeans, scowling against the wind like I'm on my way to a murder, tomes stacked into an elbow like the treasures they are.

Watched--skimmed, fast-forwarded, followed along to--four different video versions of ( Read more... )

Waited over an hour for the registration crew to return from their late lunch and run us through the straights. Then a three-dollar fee and a chilly walk across a muddy campus to the house of books stood between me and the ready-set-go, but alas and afuck, it's over and down for the last time, its floppy flaccid fins nailed to the boards. Now it's ( Read more... )

After coming back and seeing Wonderland and the Looking-glass for what they are, I realized something about me. I can sure be a bitch sometimes when I don't want to be. Funny how the not-wanting is an impulse towards being. (sigh) No orchestra ever existed with one instrument, and no instrument with one stop, string or key. It's the facets that ( Read more... )

Made the drive all day yesterday, the shortest it's felt. The road was blocked by little patches of fog in the dips: coasting faster down hills, sensing the white clouds, and suddenly seeing nothing is unbelievably terrifying. But we made it, and carted everything inside like slaves of ourselves.

Pulled up and unpacked minutes before Zach did, re- ( Read more... )