i hate my oven -- or, i hate that my oven heats unevenly. i made an apple oatbran loaf that was supposed to be breakfast for the next several days & by the time i was done, about 1/3 was still uncooked, 1/2 was charcoal, & the rest was roughly the texture and consistency of loaf. i'm not entirely sure that the laws of physics (or whatever) even ( Read more... )

Divisadero just begs to be read aloud. i've read all of 40 pages & already i'm hooked, caught back up in the rhythms of Ondaatje's language, like at the reading, like the first time i read him when i was sixteen. (i still remember the first poem -- "Bearhug" -- that prompted me to read The English Patient for my major essay that year. i do not, ( Read more... )

( & says absolutely nothing important. )

it will all be over in just under three hours.

all will be well and all manner of things will be well.
(even if they end in fire.)

ps. gotta learn to do this without full-blown panic attacks the night before. really.

it's a hazing ritual. & i have to do it again in six months...if i passed this one that is. out of time & steam & half hysterical from no sleep & nausea. i'm going to bed.

i can't sleep.

massive exam that determines my future in eight-and-a-half hours & i can't fucking sleep. how typical.

( quizzes under the cut )

( this makes me giggle )

I used to think that audiences craved little theatres. They needed just that much gesture.
~ Elisa Sampedrineven Sampedrin concurs that "little theatres" are unsatisfying to both critic and audience, though, to be fair, she thinks that such little theatres do something important, that the form will help theatre as a whole survive through this ( Read more... )