Today is better than other days. It goes up to eleven!
So, spring is here. The heavy coats can get left at home, making the rest of the world just a little bit closer. The windows are open and the air is ten levels more vibrant and animated and fresh. There aren’t any tips of green anywhere yet, nor even birdsong.. but still everything around here seems so much more alive. What wonders that does for the body and soul. In some ways it’s like travelling without moving. Thank you, wind. Thind.
This weekend there’s friday, which brings the CFMU fundraiser rock show at the Underground, (9:30, $5) which will find myself present at it. There’s also Saturday, during which the last couple director’s series plays will wind up and climax with an all-inclusive theatre party. Thursday is also basically part of the weekend for me, and on it I will be going to a little student film festival type deal. On sunday I will read a novel, write a novel, invent a better way of caring, and visit Lithuania.
The director’s series next year at Mac is going to be rather different. Instead of 12 students each directing a one act play on the Robinson Memorial Stage, they’ll be letting in 20 or so folks, and we can propose to do anything that is performance related. The pressure’s on to come up with a good proposal (due late April) and get the marks necessary to get my foot in the door. Last night I had an idea. And having ideas is something that makes me quite happy. It’s an idea for something pretty standard.. (ie a one act play on the Robinson Memorial Stage). Hopefully this germ of a spectacular will continue to grow and if all is well then I’ll be writing a brilliant play. I don’t have characters or a plot, but I almost have a theme and I have one hell of an ending. And I have a really good feeling about it. Don’t make a sound.
Goals for the future include:
i- finding a (preferably friendly) rent-payer to fill the Ian-shaped hole at one four three emerson next year, or else finding somewhere else to live (if you can help with this in any way, do please get in touch.
ii- spending less time frittering away my life reading stupid shit on the internet and doing stupid shit on the computer; I know it’s possible. When I was in grade 6 I woke up at 5:30 every morning to write a novel. But I’ve been trying to do this for what seems like goddamn ever, so.. who knows. Why isn’t it easier to do fairly straightforward things that would vastly improve my quality of life? And would the answer just be something really depressing? Je shrug, au jour d’hui.. as little as shrugging ever accomplishes.
I hope you’re doing well.
It’s supposed to be getting a little thundery around here in the near future. That means spring.
Finally.
Move? How are you going to move? Do you even remember how you got the couch up that absurdly narrow stairway in the first place?
haha.. it was already there, as i recall. the mystery of how the other people got it up is.. well.. perhaps unsolvable.
the preferentiality is to find another housemate, but if we can’t in time we don’t really have a choice cause we can’t afford 1.5x rent :/