MySpace Men

I've been on MySpace now for about 3 months, and in those 3 months, I've maybe received a grand total of 4 "You B sexy, girl!" type messages from random, strange guys across the US.

Well, this past weekend I put up a new profile picture and this morning...I had 7 messages and 5 friend requests from quite a motley crew of guys. I now have a Scottish soldier over in Iraq wanting to be my "pen pal." Then there's 15-year-old "The Gangster" from Brooklyn. Very nice. Very nice. "Versatile" would like to get to know me better. Cool Mike wants to take my pictures. And Loda...Oh, Loda. Loda told me that it looked like I was keeping it together really well...Thanks...I assume he means for...my age? God forbid a girl look good at 30, right?

Though, I have to say my favorite message from today would have to be from 27-year-old JB in California, who swept me off my proverbial feet with these captivating words: damn baby talk about lookin fine u got it goin on 4 sure (The "u" and the "4" were what really won me over. And of course, the lack of any punctuation whatsoever. I might just have 2 write back to him and get his digits.)

listening to cursive.
gentleman caller.

soooo good.

my friday toast...

here's to
summer
and fire flies
and bottles of wine
to my rehearsal
this evening
ending on time
here's to
impromptu bike rides,
and walks with the moon
here's to 5 happy years
and birthdays in june
here's to
boys who win bets
and jeff buckley's Grace
here's to feeling
that everything
is finally
in place

from The Onion...

Scholars Discover 23 Blank Pages That May As Well Be Lost Samuel Beckett Play
April 26, 2006

Just weeks after the centennial of the birth of pioneering minimalist playwright Samuel Beckett, archivists analyzing papers from his Paris estate uncovered a small stack of blank paper that scholars are calling "the latest example of the late Irish-born writer's genius."

O'Donoghue shows off what could easily be the play's whimsically tragic opening scene. The 23 blank pages, which literary experts presume is a two-act play composed sometime between 1973 and 1975, are already being heralded as one of the most ambitious works by the Nobel Prize-winning author of Waiting For Godot, and a natural progression from his earlier works, including 1969's Breath, a 30-second play with no characters, and 1972's Not I, in which the only illuminated part of the stage is a floating mouth.

"In what was surely a conscious decision by Mr. Beckett, the white, uniform, non-ruled pages, which symbolize the starkness and emptiness of life, were left unbound, unmarked, and untouched," said Trinity College professor of Irish literature Fintan O'Donoghue. "And, as if to further exemplify the anonymity and facelessness of 20th-century man, they were found, of all places, between other sheets of paper."
"I can only conclude that we have stumbled upon something quite remarkable," O'Donoghue added.

According to literary critic Eric Matheson, who praised the work for "the bare-bones structure and bleak repetition of what can only be described as 'nothingness,'" the play represents somewhat of a departure from the works of Beckett's "middle period." But, he said, it "might as well be Samuel Beckett at his finest."


I've been burried in Beckett lately (literally) so I found this article to be quite funny.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis



e.e. cummings

It is Saturday night.
I am sitting here at this lovely desk
drinking lovely wine
excited that I don't have rehearsal tomorrow
(the only Sunday I won't have rehearsal or a show until early October)
and I feel happy.
Very happy.
So, Cheers to all of my friends.
I hope you are as happy as I...

Why I love Air Conditioning
by katy boza

Because its awesome. So awesome that I would marry it. Or at least date it for awhile.

The End.

Some 4th grade memories of mine came into conversion the other day and I got such a giggle out of the bizarre (yet cute) things I was doing as a 9-year-old, that I thought I'd share some with you.

1. I...used to iron...my...money. I would iron all my bills and then file them into little white envelopes that I marked 1, 5, 10 & 20. Then at least twice a week I would count it all. I probably would have rolled around in my money, but then I would have to re-iron it all, so...

2. I was in love with a very short Jewish boy named Marc Gralnick. And by in love, I mean we talked on the phone every night, sat together at lunch, secretly kissed during recess and we always said I love you. I was so happy that we were "going together" that I told my mom I wanted to become Jewish. She said, Okay. And then took me to a synagogue where I proceeded to have a terribly boring experience. By Monday, Marc said I didn't have to become Jewish, that he still wanted to marry me, especially because his mom loved my name. By Friday, I witnessed from my desk, Marc asking Jael- a pretty girl in our class who sat right across from him, if she loved him...because he loved her. I was heartbroken and decided then and there that I would never date a Jewish guy again.

3. I wrote my first play. It was called Sally Smalls Goes to the Dentist. I was very proud of it and my class decided to put it on. I ran home and immediately started typing up copies, not thinking that my mom could Xerox them for me. I had been typing for 2 hours and had just finished the 7th copy of page 1 when my mom realized what was going on. I remember her laughing in that, "Oh, that's so sad!" kind of way. Then she told me she'd copy the rest at work. Which she did. And my play went up a week later to rave reviews.

4. I collected stickers. Many, many stickers. I slept, ate, drank and bathed stickers. My friend Annie and I started a club called Stickers Forever. We were the only members and we only met once, but...at that first meeting we were really really serious about it...

5. I decided to start my own business in 4th grade. The school didn't sell any cool "school supplies," just #2 pencils from a machine, so I decided to open...Jazzy Arts Incorporated!! (man, that was really hard to confess...) Anyway, I made my mom take me to an Office supply store to buy cool school things and then I sold them from my desk at a higher price. I chose the name Jazzy Arts Inc because I thought it was just sooooooo cool. I even kept a little red notebook with all my purchases and transactions in it. (So gay....)

(My blog deleted the rest so I'll just have to sum it up because I don't feel like typing it all out again....I was in love with Ricky Shroeder and never missed an episode of Silver Spoons. I became obsessed with baton twirling and insisted for months that my mom enroll me in baton classes. I got my first taste of the Playboy channel at a slumber party, complete with "The Pool Guy." And I realized that happiness to me was sitting in front of my TV on a saturday morning with nothing but cartoons to watch and a cold hotdog to eat. Ahh...life was good.)

my new favorite word

Main Entry: bliss
Pronunciation: 'blis
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English blisse,
from Old English bliss;
akin to Old English blithe

1 : complete happiness

Anyone want a ride on the LE?

I was out driving this morning when this big yellow school bus passed by in front of me. Nothing too out of the ordinary until I saw what was professionally painted on the side of the bus, and I kid you not, it said: Latino Express. Latino Express!!!! What! The heck! Is that? Is this bus for Latinos only? Does the bus only go to Spanish speaking destinations? And only very quickly? I kept thinking, this HAS to be a joke...But to my great delight, it wasn't.

And now I'm going to laugh and make terribly racist jokes about it all...day...long.

Thank you, Latino Express.
For making all my dreams come true.

(okay, that last bit didn't really make any sense. I just liked how it sounded.)

my god daughter isabella

So, I'm driving home today and I've got my windows down and the breeze is amazingly cool and my favorite song is on the radio and I'm just thinking how nothing could distract me from this fabulous mood....And RIGHT at that moment (of course) I see this woman. This black, late 20's, tired looking woman just leaning against the pole, waiting for the bus....Sucking. Her thumb.

(I'll give you a little moment for that image to appear in your head...There we go!)

Yes, sucking her thumb, folks. As in what babies do and small kids, and sometimes even bigger kids until they're 8 (Don't judge me!) But not. Adults. And not. In public. And especially not at the bus stop. Can't she get a ticket for that? If I were a cop, I would give out adult thumbsucking tickets every chance I got. And they would have to just pay me directly to ease my pain and suffering at having to witness such an act. I would probably end up making some pretty good cash, because unfortunately, this is not the first time I have been forced to witness such adorable behavior. And sadly enough, probably not the last.

The World Cup...

...I couldn't have asked for a better match.

July 5th

this
is
how
i
feel
today

The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be surprised out of our propriety, to lose our sempiternal memory, and to do something without knowing how or why...

-Ralph Waldo Emerson