Tag Archives: Uncategorized

{05 August 2001}

8.5.01

last night was Hamlet opening. for openings, the tech crew and others not directly associated with the run of the play all sit up on the hill at the back of the ampitheatre and drink and have a merry old time, much to the dismay of those poor patrons who unwisely chose to sit near us. after the show was the party at a swank wine bar downtown (i didn’t even know boise HAD wine bars), and then the after-party party at someone’s house, and then the after-after-party party continued at another apartment, and in short, i awoke on a lumpy couch this morning, having had three hours of sleep, in order to go to the airport and see my brother off. now i am home and zeke is crabby with me for being gone last night. he and i must go nap.

{}

8.3.01

last night i had a dream that all of my skin was peeling off, in great flakes, like a snake shedding its skin. for some reason i’m having a conversation with my ex-boyfriend, david, but i keep getting distracted by the skin that’s coming off my shoulders and left arm, as if i’ve been badly sunburned. underneath the skin is raw and red and new, but ultimately the same. i live inside my skin, my skin is me. when i woke up, i discovered that a spider or something had bitten me in my sleep, leaving itchy red welts across my hips, my stomach, my left arm and right leg.

{30 July 2001}

7.30.01

i lost something very precious to me yesterday. fitting that i wake up and it’s soggy and grey outside. at least sometimes the weather complies with my moods…if i’d woken up to blue sky and sunshine this morning i think it might have made me physically ill. it’s noon and all i’ve accomplished thus far today is breakfast, which actually, now that i think of it, isn’t that far from my usual mo’dus operandi these days. only i think i’m headed back to bed with a copy of Murakami’s Wind-Up Bird Chronicles now. i have to get the motivation up to drive back to boise at some point today, but right now inertia is keeping me in the cabin.

{}

7.29.01

back in mccall tonight. i think my favorite thing about this town is the fact that the only movie theatre is also the local lumber shop – you can pick up a few 2x4s, some metal brackets, maybe some popcorn, and catch the last showing of Shrek, all in one convenient stop.

my younger brother is in town visiting for the week (he’s just finished his freshman year of college). among other interesting things i learned about him today, his college nick name is BUTTER McGADS. yes, that’s right. as in the yellow stuff you put on toast. when i asked him why he answers to the name Butter, he patiently explained that an ordinary name like Matt isn’t near as memorable as a name like Butter. i asked if any of his other friends had condiment nick names, but apparently they all just go by their last names. i like the idea of a group of guys named after things in the fridge – you could have Butter, Ketchup, Skim Milk, and Moldy Thing In The Back Of The Fridge.

{28 July 2001}

7.28.01

freakish license plate of the day: “fat people are harder to kidnap”

location: parked in front of the gym

{25 July 2001}

7.25.01

a reader writes in to ask, “what does slithy tove mean?” oh my dear kitlens, how could this have escaped you? doesn’t your life feel incomplete? my gift to you this morning: jabberwocky, by lewis carroll. (read it out loud)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought —

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’

He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

(original illustration by john tenniel)

{21 July 2001}

7.21.01

i’m sick. i’m sick with the kind of flu that you’re only supposed to get in the dead of winter, preferably over winter break when you’re home from college and there are relatives all about, just dying to make you chicken soup, and you can stay in bed and read all day long. there’s something terribly incongruous about having the flu on a hot summer day. and i have to go to work this afternoon. since i have no voice above that of a whisper, running the show tonight could be an interesting challenge. oh, and my mouse is broken and the cat scratched my shoulder. i think that’s it for the list of complaints today. but it’s only 11 am, give me time.

to the detriment of my health, i went to see bella fleck and the flecktones play last night. for those not familiar with them (i wasn’t until recently), they’re a band that plays an interesting fusion of bluegrass and jazz, with a little inspiration from rock and reggae thrown in. i have to say that their parlor tricks were most impressive – bella fleck played the banjo with his nose, victor wooten could spin his bass all the way around his body, catch it and not miss a beat, and the horn player could play both saxophones at the same time. but the most interesting part was the drummer, whom they referred to only as “future man”. he wore this device that basically looked like he’d mated an accordion with an electric guitar, and then built it out of legos and duct tape. this in turn was connected to a full drum set, enabling him to stand up and play his drums with the freedom of motion one might have while playing a guitar. here, i found a picture of his weird-ass instrument. all in all, it was a good time. nick had offered me a ticket with a money-back guarantee, so i didn’t even have to pay him for the ticket until i admitted that i’d enjoyed the show.

next musical adventure: i must find someone to go see the monkee’s revival tour with me. any takers?