So for the third time since August, our basement has flooded. This is not unexpected with big storms, but I stupidly packed all that I could and put it in the basement since we have family in town this weekend for graduation. Now the bottom layer of boxes has been destroyed by the water. I can't even out my current feeling into words. My high ( Read more... )

So I have been offered a chance to go to Hong Kong by the University and with a little work, I think I can go...how crazy is that shit. Seriously. I don't know what else to say ( Read more... )

I find myself at least one night a week for the last 3 months reading Russians in the middle of the night. This is, of course, for a class. The class is fantastic. The reading is long and Russian. This means that in addition to being long, it is sad and people die in every play. I don't think we've read one yet that this is not true of ( Read more... )

I've never gone so long without a post here, so the time has come to at least catch people up (if anyone else checks this more often than I do...). Oddly, I check my journal at least every other day, but don't post. Here it is...drum roll, please ( Read more... )

Driving into school this morning I was behind a car that had a "Bartlett for President 2008" bumper sticker and some good ol nostalgia kicked in. I miss my Tucson peeps ( Read more... )

I always think it's crazy that I so look forward to summer every year just to want it all to be over by this point. The last show is open (with lots of positive feedback), it strikes on Sunday, we clean up the old paint shoppe and by a week from tomorrow it's all done and I drive back to Illinois. This has been a good year for me. We have ( Read more... )

I never want to see burlap again right now. We are in the middle of painting the third show here, which will be beautiful when it's done, but right now I am ready to set the last drop on fire. It's a framed steel piece that has 6 panels that track. The situation includes some bonus fun ( Read more... )

I am back in Wichita for the fifth summer in a row. It's now kind of like wearing a shirt or sweatshirt you've had since high school. Warm and familiar. I like knowing people in town and knowing my way around, but not being here long enough to get bored with it ( Read more... )

I hate that point in packing where you begin to reduce the importance of everything in your life to how much room it will take up. I hate boxes and tape and cleaning things for other people. I clean my house for me, that is until I move. Then I have to clean for people I will never meet. I generally begin with the chaos theory of packing-- ( Read more... )

So Romeo et Juliette drags on...mainly because I haven't finished drafting the show. I have been the recipient of some pretty harsh emails from the TD, cc'd to the production manager and head of department. I just feel like it does no good to be nasty to me. I want to work for you less. People that are nice deserve more of my hard work, right ( Read more... )