:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Friday, December 06, 2002 ::

Dudes, dudettes- I'm just glad that my last name isn't "Nads"

Amen

:: Ol Man Factory 12/06/2002 06:57:00 PM [+] ::
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" Your life in the theatre, like mine, will pass before you are aware of it. And you will realize why the old folks reminisce- it is not because they are nostalgic, they are stunned. It went so quickly.

We would all like to be part of, to create that theatre which we could participate in with pride. On which we could reflect with pride. To do so, one has to buy a ticket. The price of admission is choice- the choice to partcicpate in the low, the uncertain, the unproved, the unheralded, to bring the truth of yourself to the stage. Not the groomed, sure, "talented", approved person you are portaying; not the researched, corseted, paint-by-numbers presentation-without-flaws , not the Great Actor, but yourself- as uncertain, as unprepared, as confused as any of us are.

Art does not flourish in subsidy, and it does not flourish in the studio- it is more frightening, more sordid, funnier, and truer than the certainties of the instructor. It is the stuff of the soul. It is the counterbalance to the reasonable view of the world; and, so it is likely to be despised.

To cherish, rather than despise it- that's the job of the artist."

-D.Mamet

:: Ol Man Factory 12/04/2002 03:11:00 AM [+] ::
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"I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles..."
-The Who

Was talkin' with my friend Vegas, and somehow the topic of "spacing out" came up.
He said "man, I feel so self absorbed sometimes- I just don't understand how some people we know can be so attentive, listening ALL the time- I feel like I'm cheating them"

It's true, I know some people who seem 100% tuned in...hanging on your every word. They make you feel good because they are giving you 150%. I, on the other hand am not so gracious w/my attention sometimes... I find myself drifting off in the middle of conversations- the inner monologue drowning out reality. I feel like Homer Simpson, when Marge is talking to him.... "mmmm.....donuts...." Don't get me wrong, I love listening/talking to people- I guess it really depends on the person I'm talking with, the topic, and also my state of consciousness at the time. Also, I think I'm extra sensitive to people zoning out on me- I can pick up on it real fast, and usually panic... "oh no! I'm becoming THAT BORING GUY!!!! Evacuate immediately!!" Especially recently, with the holidaze and all- I've been running into people I haven't seen in a long while and finding that I have absolutely nothing to say to them. Kind of sad, because I think I'm avoiding the "what're you doing now?" routine...and without that, there's not much to talk about. So it's just like a "hello" with a lot of fluff and blank air in between...then a "Goodbye, take care!" What is that? The social equivalent of iceberg lettuce- you consume it to say you ate some salad, but nutritionally, it is zilch... so you drown it in some dressing for some flavor and excitement. Ok, that was a bad analogy... I don't know what the dressing represents... I just know it is deep, and way beyond my analytical capabilites at the moment. I digress...


"Maybe you're just a dumbass"
-Red (the dad) from That 70's show
That's probably it...

There are some people I can talk to seamlessly for hours on end, while other people it seems like an exhausting/ laborious effort to keep the ball afloat. Why is this? Hard work, this communication thing is sometimes!

Random nuggets of the day:

On a bathroom wall I saw "Quantuum Physics Rules!"... I don't know why, but it struck me as really funny at the moment. I guess I was expecting something really vulgar, but instead got something dorky and sarcastic?

There's probably only like 1-2 people who will laugh at this,(and you know who you are!)
2 words: Silk Panties

:: Ol Man Factory 12/01/2002 04:03:00 AM [+] ::
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