Into Nothingness
Dear Reader (?)
It feels very strange to send these blogs out into nothingness. I've decided I'm going to try to do more ordinary blogs here. I mean, write shorter pieces more often. If you just want to see my long blogs (which aren't really blogs, are they?) you can go to http://obadike.tripod.com/sweat.html. But here I'm going to try to say more about what's happening now.
Thursday night I went to the Yale Cabaret to see 8x10, 8 ten-minute plays by some of the playwrights in the drama school. They all took place in a restaurant, had a flower woman, and a red handkerchief in them. They plays were great, the acting was great.
Afterwards, we went out with one of our friends, the playwright Marcus Gardley.
I ate an egg sandwich.
It made me sick.
old comments:
......think your decision on writing shorter and current posts a wise one. I myself tend to get lost in long monologues. Sitting at a computer screen is not my preference when reading. ...yummmm, the plays sound delightful. What a treat! Love the givens: restaurant, flower woman, red handkerchief. Drama items....hope you have recovered from the food poisoning. Bad eggs have a surreptitious way about them, we never see them coming.
MuSe
Heyyyyyyy. People. Just what I was wanting, but now somehow strange. Thanks. I'm over the food poisoning. Marcus' name is the best and his play was the illest. I'd describe it for you, but I think I should wait til he blows up and you can see it / read it for yourselves. Yes, it was Temple of My Familiar. I just l ike the way Meridian sounds, so I always make every Alice Walker book be Meridian if I'm moving too fast . . . PeacePosted 4/8/2002 at 8:12 AM by mendi
It feels very strange to send these blogs out into nothingness. I've decided I'm going to try to do more ordinary blogs here. I mean, write shorter pieces more often. If you just want to see my long blogs (which aren't really blogs, are they?) you can go to http://obadike.tripod.com/sweat.html. But here I'm going to try to say more about what's happening now.
Thursday night I went to the Yale Cabaret to see 8x10, 8 ten-minute plays by some of the playwrights in the drama school. They all took place in a restaurant, had a flower woman, and a red handkerchief in them. They plays were great, the acting was great.
Afterwards, we went out with one of our friends, the playwright Marcus Gardley.
I ate an egg sandwich.
It made me sick.
old comments:
......think your decision on writing shorter and current posts a wise one. I myself tend to get lost in long monologues. Sitting at a computer screen is not my preference when reading. ...yummmm, the plays sound delightful. What a treat! Love the givens: restaurant, flower woman, red handkerchief. Drama items....hope you have recovered from the food poisoning. Bad eggs have a surreptitious way about them, we never see them coming.
MuSe i too love the givens in the playwriting exercise. sounds like such fun! marchus gardley still wins the coolest name prize every time i hear it. but wait: wasn't the cover-the-tv scene in 'the temple of my familiar'?? i don't remember anything abt no tv in meridian. and i'll still read yr long posts, gurl. i takes me a while b/c i read them in short spurts (the computer screen thing) but i always make it through them eventually.  |
Heyyyyyyy. People. Just what I was wanting, but now somehow strange. Thanks. I'm over the food poisoning. Marcus' name is the best and his play was the illest. I'd describe it for you, but I think I should wait til he blows up and you can see it / read it for yourselves. Yes, it was Temple of My Familiar. I just l ike the way Meridian sounds, so I always make every Alice Walker book be Meridian if I'm moving too fast . . . PeacePosted 4/8/2002 at 8:12 AM by mendi
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